Dave Webb

The stranger stepped forward, extending his hand toward Gates's weapon. "I've got this."

He's confident. We'll see if it's justified.

Gates reluctantly handed over his photon rifle, his face pale from blood loss, but his expression grateful.

One of the medical staff that were being protected by them immediately moved to tend his shoulder wound.

"What's your name?" Arthur asked as the young man quickly familiarised himself with everything.

Knows his way around tech.

"Dave. Dave Webb."

Dave raised the photon weapon, his stance textbook perfect. His first shot took a demon through the head with surgical precision.

ZAP!

Impressive. Very impressive.

"Clean shot," Arthur noted with approval.

He has good aim, and he should be able to hold off with me.