[ He really didn't like being cruel to animals. He didn't like hurting them, but these weren't acting like what he expected from real animals. Despite that, he still didn't step up. It was clear that the others had things in far better control than he did, so he waited for the last dying twitch, before turning off the baton and sliding it closed. ]

Real rats wouldn't be attacking like this; they would go after the wounded and dying instead of us.

[ He squinted at the others and then looked down the shadowed tunnel before them. ] Let's take a few minutes to regroup, okay?