[Ekko peeked out staring at his adversary]

EVER HEARD OF WARNIN' SHOTS?! TCH. YOU'LL BE PUKIN' UP RED PAINT BY THE TIME I'M FINISHED WITH YOUR PILTIE BLOND ASS.

[His blood was simmering hot as he leapt from his cover, bobbing and weaving through low branch and under brush, firing all the way in the direction of his adversary. He was good at dodging bullets. Just never great at shooting them. Something he and his lost pet rat had in common.]