"I know some who would," Billy adds, trying to get his breathing under control. He'd better, since this hurts his throat.

And---oh, fiddlesticks, the clown's up and charging again. Grunting, he rolls out of Jamie's way upon hearing the other's rifle. Rats. The clown's too close for grenades to be useful, and hand to hand combat would get in Jamie's way. So Billy waits, preparing to spring if the shots don't take him down.