It started out well-enough. Jean Paul was firing quickly just as soon as the infected were in range. He saw people going down and he cursed. Things were going badly. Mars of all people got gnawed on and wasn't looking very good. There were just so many of them. He was starting to feel claustrophobic. There just wasn't enough room in here to move. The ceiling kept him from being able to fly and the press of Darkseekers kept him from being able to move very quickly.
Desperation struck as more and more of them moved around him. Half of the team were pretty much down. He kept shooting, trying to help keep his teammates from being overrun while trying to keep himself safe as well. It didn't work too well. He was too distracted. A bunch of them leapt at him at the same time. He caught the ones going high but missed one of them that had gone a bit lower. It grabbed his leg and bit down deeply barely missing the Achilles tendon.
Northstar couldn't help the scream that came out. For a moment he wavered and a few more glomped onto him. He shot and hit out at his attackers frantically until he was able to limp back toward to door. This HURT and he felt an intense fear. The pain in his leg was too much. He couldn't run, which meant he was fucked. "Merde! Nous devons sortir d'ici maintenant!" Another wave of pain washed through him.
Nous devons sortir d'ici maintenant ! = we need to get out of here now