Mustard emptied the magazine in his burst rifle. Not a single round hit its intended target. The same was true when he pulled out his suppressed pistol. Nothing made contact, only damaged the scoundrel's brick wall. Two guns in need of reloading, Mustard plucked one of the fragmentation grenades from where it dangled by one of the hooks on his backpack and lobbed it. Despite repairing the wall, his opponent wasn't prepared for the frag to go off with such concussive force. The blinding explosion swallowed him whole, effectively eliminating the rapscallion, disco diva, and funk operative as well.
Funny thing was, the battle wasn't over. It actually sounded more intense than before, if that was at all possible. That was when Smurx jumped down from his perch atop the impromptu tower of combat builds.
"C'mon," Mustard called out to him. "They need our help."