Billy makes his way over, things squishing under his boots as he joins Tommy. "Yeah, I know speed is power and shit. Surprised you're not taking more out doing your track star thing while I get to pick the little ones off."

Because he's not going through the gate to take anything out. Billy can't. He can't deal with the Flayers, so he lets someone else do it. A demobat squeals as it dives and Billy barely ducks it before it's turning around. This time the Californian nails it, feeling its weight added to the axe as the blade only gets halfway through it.

"God this place was supposed to be better than Hawkins. You know that, right?" The blade finishes the job as Billy slams it on the ground. "How the fuck are we supposed to get this stop anyways?!"