Smiley's brow furrows in confusion. Power? So far his only power displayed here was his ability to remember his crash courses in Russian given during training. Now's clearly not the time to ask, however. After another cough to straighten out his windpipe, Smiley reaches into his pocket again.

The larger beast would be a problem that his gun can't solve. Instead, he pulls out a lighter he'd purchased earlier that day. They were remarkably cheap now. The novelty comes in handy as he snaps it in half and throws it at the monster, managing to get some fuel on its legs. Then he takes his gun out again and fires. The flare soon reflects wildly against his glasses.