Sam quickly backpedaled away from the short path of the rolling truck. He half expected it to be turned completely upside down, but as Sam knew, Molly was a quick thinker, and she had grabbed her bottle of borax on her way out of the car. He had given Rogue what little detergent he had, and after taking one quick look at her, it was safe to assume that the box was still in the truck. If he wanted to get it, he'd have to put himself in reach of the Leviathan. It was too much of a risk, and Rogue wanted a distraction. If what they were fighting was anything but a Leviathan, Sam might have taken the time to quickly as her about that power of hers. But time wasn't something that any of them would be afforded if he didn't take her word for it, and fast.
"Get the borax," While he drew the gun from his hip and thumbed the safety, all he could hope for was that Molly would listen, and that Rogue could pack a punch. He took well practiced, quick steps to the side as he trained his sights on the Leviathan. When he began unloading every single bullet into the monster, it hardly even recoiled from the continuous rounds of impact, but it did manage to get it's attention. Sure enough, the Leviathan turned 90 degrees, and rushed Sam. The chamber was empty. A whole lot of hurt was coming his way, and fast. There was no point in wasting time with reloading. Sam dropped the gun, and yanked the machete from it's sheath. He kept his eyes ahead, even if he was literally dying to know how close Rogue was to doing her thing. He didn't dare start swinging, and he didn't plan on doing so until the last possible second.