*instinctively (ohshit) backs against the opposite door, aiming a kick at your face (if that's even a face)*
*distantly hears his men yammering in their hurry to get to him but isn't so sure they'll do a whole lot of good in this scenario, if you feel like making an issue out of it* *yanks his earpiece out and tosses it aside with a trembling hand, still too foggy to immediately remember where he put his gun and waiting for you to make the next move*