But Oli wasn't slowing down, instead crashing into Werner before he could react. Within seconds, Werner was hitting the ground, clutching his head, and an enraged ostrich was bearing down on Shelton. Before he do anything, Oli grabbed him around the neck with one of his taloned feet.
"You were wondering how I would strangle you," Oli gloated in his ear. "Well, now you know. Looks like your Mensa status won't help you now..."
Suddenly, there were crashes of light, and Oli stiffened up twice. Shelton felt a bullet shoot past his head.
Werner was on his knees, a PPK in his hand. "Shelton, get out of the way, I don't want to hit you!"
Oli took advantage of Werner's hesitation, and charged him. Warner fired once, twice...
Both shots hit Oli hard, but when Werner fired again, nothing happened. Oli kicked the gun out of Werner's hands and jumped him, talons slashing...
But Werner wasn't finished yet. Bending backwards to avoid the talons, he withdrew a knife from his labcoat and pinwheeled it, stabbing Oli right through the throat.
Oli hit the ground hard, a triumphant smile embedded on his expression forever. Shelton rushed over and helped Werner to his feet. "Werner, are you okay?"
Behind him, the radio cackled. "What the hell is going on up there?"
Shelton jumped up. "It works! We got the radios online!" He broadcast an all-call to every member of Zanasiu's team. "We got radio! Big Brother's back in the saddle!"
(OOC: How's that, f-22? You want any changes?)