[He'll back up, alarmed, but then he's taking his bullets out of his coat, loading his gun with a few more and then shoving them into his trouser pocket. Holland is going to attempt to block the spray of gas with his coat, swinging at the hazmat with his coat to avoid the spray - much like one would attempt to hit someone else with a wet towel - and ultimately flinging it over the hazmat like a net. And then he's going to try shooting it more, ignoring, for now, the pain from some of the gas that got on his thigh. Right now, he's only fueled by anger. And he'll do it all without a word, relentlessly ruthless as he shoots the creature from almost a point-blank range.]
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