Daniel

Adrenaline rush. Slow-mo. Split-second. All the time in the world. A smirk. Two legs, braced against a wall. One grenade, sailing slowly toward oblivion. One direction, wherever the truth was at. Push. Twist. Fire. Roll. Aim. Whatever's there...whenever for how.

(Translation: Daniel pushes off the wall for a jump over the grenade, twisting in midair to fire a flamer into the hostile group, then rolls to a standing position right next to Gearstride's cover, the other nocked arrow ready to give a new face to anything bad that's in there.)