“Well there really is no rest for the wicked then”. He would leap to the side as turret fire rains down on him. His face would get hit so many times that when he jumps away you can see metal were bones would usually be. His right leg is also bleeding like crazy making it nearly impossible for him to walk. So when he lands from his jump he would limp over to where the ships cockpit would be and shoot the view screen allowing him to crawl into the cockpit and frantically look for any explosive, guns, even things that could heal him. But he also hoped to find the ships crew.

[i]Only one of the crew members would begin to awake.[/i] "Oh, for God's sake-" [i]The Warlock yelled, brandishing a jagged revolver. His general reaction was to aim and fire at whoever had crashed through the ship's cockpit, though seeing as it was a human that was being attacked by Cabal.. he pulled the man into cover, sighing.[/i] "Y'know - why the hell do regular people jump into our affairs? I mean - it's not like some dumbass friend of mine crashed this hunk of junk.." [i]He muttered underneath his Obsidian Mind, before looking at the man.[/i] "What are you, some sort of vigilante?"

“No I’m a cop a former cop I mean. I was a bladerunner “. He stops halfway through his sentence. “Listen I don’t even have time to explain why I don’t have time so can we get on to shooting the oversized space turtles! With that he turns around and fires a couple more bullets,

"Can't tell what kind of crappy reference that is." [i]The Warlock muttered, while the Cabal would surround the ship, one of the bullets busting through one's head. The Warlock would begin to move through his inventory, before drawing a fairly large, loaded machine gun.[/i] "Please tell me that you can aim and shoot a fuсking gun."

He seems to ignore the warlocks remark and aims his gun at a cabal and fires off a few shots with near perfect accuracy then he shoots a fan of bullets at the rest of the space turtles.