Nick felt his strength flagging as he wrestled with the creature. It's strength was incredible and with his visor melting he couldn't afford to keep trying to wrestle it off. With time running out Nick was starting to run out of ideas.Steels visor was slowly changing color in front of him, starting to turn yellow. Why was that? Why was the visor changing color? With a shrill of fear that pierced his consciousness like a spear of ice he realized what it was - The visor was melting!
Then it struck him like a thunderbolt from the sky above. His pistol! With a speed born of desperation he searched for his pistol with his right hand while he held off the creature with his left. All the time his visor slowly kept changing colour...
Suddenly he felt the familiar grip of his pistol and as quickly as he could he tore it out of it's holster and brought it up to where he held off the struggling creature with his left hand. Can't afford to miss, ran through Nicks mind as he held the barrel of the pistol angled up towards the creature from slightly beside his face. Closing his eyes he pulled the trigger.