Jaeger has the advantage of more distance, but he's not going to let Beau get too far out of his circle. Especially with the risk of something coming around behind them, separating them with greater numbers.

That would be bad, and Jaeger's got half an eye out for any additional monstrosities. And traps. Can't forget the traps, because the woods are littered with them and wouldn't it be a goddamn terrible time to step into a tripwire or snare. It's a lot to pay attention to, but there's adrenaline coursing through his system, giving him that peculiar hyper-awareness of mortal danger, and somehow he manages to pace Beau without breaking his neck on something.

When she's got enough of a lead, he pauses, raises his pistol again, aims a little higher and fires off another two shots. Fifteen rounds suddenly seems like a pathetically small clip, but it's what he's got.

Not all he's got, but it's what he has for now. After that, well? They'll see. And fortunately, he's got good aim. Even if they aren't killing shots, they'll slow the damn thing down, stagger it, and...

Well, make it even madder. There's that, too, as it shrieks a shrill, metallic cry of rage and flails at whatever it can reach.