Quagmire threw numerous stick grenades overhead. His eyes bulged, confusion and anxiety gripped his heart, but he never faltered as numerous ghouls, quite possibly counting up to a hundred, had appeared surrounding the myriad formations.
Deafening explosions erupted all over the front. With his pistol in his right hand and a knife in his left hand, he used the smoke as cover to enter near the battlefield with them. Exhaustion, too, was a problem for him. However, he was not as tired as he had been earlier. With proper breathing techniques and endurance, he was able to sustain longer periods of fighting.
With pistol at the ready, he entered through the smoke, and almost immediately he snapped his pistol up and fired on the first ghoul he saw. His eyes darted around, and they landed on two confused ghouls. With the smoke still not fully dissipated, he took advantage of it and rushed toward them.
