Though Ronan was the best shot of the lot, he had been stationed at the rear of the team. He moved forward ahead of the others (save Kitty and Pete) and began shooting expertly into the mass of creatures, watching them stumble and fall as the cure inside the lasers began to take effect on impact. At least it knocked them unconscious for a while so they couldn't keep up their attack. He cursed when Pete was attacked. Why in the hell hadn't he been metal from the start? No time to bitch about it now.
WHUMP!
Ronan was knocked off his feet as one of the creatures barreled into him. Why the hell hadn't he foreseen that? The thing climbed atop him and snapped it's disgusting jaw at his face. "Oh, no ye don' ye son of a bitch." Ronan growled before he slammed the gun against the thing's face, knocking it off of him. Before he could get to his feet, the Darkseeker hit him again. This time it's rotting teeth sunk into his cheek. The pain was terrible... worse than he'd felt in a long while. Ronan raised his gun and fired into the creature's temple. He hoped he killed the piece of shit. He wanted to throw up from the pain. It was like his cheek was aflame...and the pain was spreading. Jesus. As he got back to his feet (it took a lot of effort) and began firing at the crowd again. He fell to his knees almost immediately. Never in his life had he felt a pain this horrible (and he'd felt quite a lot). His vision was beginning to blur. His thoughts wandered to Zap who was safe back at the mansion..with Conlan. He wished he would have said something more to her before they'd departed... No. He was not going to die in this shit hole. The strange, yet familiar feeling, mutant was coming closer. Ronan hoped it was a friend and not foe.