[So far, the ice holds, though it has started to sweat from the heat of the fire. Wesker returns to the nearer edge of the roof, firing into the thing's ear, drawing blood. The Tyrant roars, swiping at its own designer, who darts back again. He pulls a fresh magazine from a side pocket of his utility pants, slotting it into his handgun.]

Excellent work, and for what it's worth you've made an impression on Nihall: he's a tough one, as should be obvious.