Proto locks onto the one man that is heading for shelter and sends a barking salvo of heavy caliber shells at him.

BRAT-AT-AT-AT-TAT!

His rifle may not be as accurate as Makita's, but it packs far more punch. Thus, the one round that thuds into the target's rib cage is enough to end his life. In place of a cry of pain, a gurgling mixture of blood and saliva spew from his mouth, and he plunges headfirst into the snow.