Wesker dodges, Cal jumps, and Tommy? He dances aside with a sigh. This was just frustrating.

"Just be effective at this, guys. I promised Hargrove this thing was dead."

Then he rushes off to go find the other small creatures. He either bowls through them at speed, enough to just pulverize them, or throwing his hands out to explode others.

"I want this thing mush!"