Haine just glared at bleeding man, moving the boot too-hey what the hell there was a hole in his chest. Okay, so, he put his foot below the hole and pressed, with a low growl. For some reason...
For some reason, he really didn't like this guy. Couldn't really place why, but he didn't. Stupid Cerberus. Haine slid one of his guns out of it's holster, just in case. It didn't look like the guy could get up, but...better to be safe and prepared, because cleaning up Badou-guts was not how he liked spending his evenings.