"Maybe it's not a bad idea. You take the upstairs, I will stay here and guard the basement door." He gestured to where he knew it was.

"If they come up? I can pick them off. But I suspect they will try for stand-off." He still looked a little baffled at the spray of bullets, though. Thick skinned and hard-muscled (if lanky), he was used to being a sponge when he needed to be.

Whatever had been done to him had been startling him.

"I will get them if they try to run down the stairs, too," he reassured him.