Doc winced - holy hell that was going to bruise later - but the first empty click of the gun brought his attention around again to Damaramu. He hesitated, then snickered audibly.

"Rapid firing DOES tend to result in running out quick, doesn't it?"

The Doc grinned, lunging forward and swiping with his blade, katana connecting, trying to cleave through the forearm of Damaramu's laser-armed hand in one hard strike.