Ianto stopped shooting and remained crouched behind a pillar his arm burning from the pain, he took deep even breaths and sat listening to gun shots and the sound of the weevil breathing flames at his lover. He knew Jack would want him to stay put for the rest of the fight, the self sacraficing bastard, but Ianto wanted to prove himself as a capable field agent, he was tired of been the office boy, he ran to the next pillar gun ready if he needed to shoot anything or got a clear shot at the fire breathing weevil.