Well, shit. Should've seen it coming and maybe they're idiots for chatting casually like this in the middle of the darkened street. He tenses instantly, considers putting up a cocky attitude but these are much harder to fight than raptors, especially without a ranged weapon. He still remembers the long hours of being stoned out of his mind, the last time these critters came around. Haven't been that high since Woodstock.
"Not great." He grits his teeth, game face sliding back on instinctively. "Fast lit'le buggers. Not a big area to hit either."