(Honestly, I'm getting pretty tired of this thread. We can finish this thing with Torres if everyone wants, but that should be it. At least for me, that is.)
Having heard the racket from behind the door, the North Vegas residents already had their eye on the door when Torres stumbled in. In full sprint, his gangly frame surprisingly knocked a "wasteland warrior" to the ground. He picked himself up with a grunt and put two and two together, drawing his Magnum.
He squeezed off two shots; despite Torres' squirrelly evasion, one found itself in Torres' lower back and the other impacted squarely in his ass. Torres fell to the ground, grasping at his backside and dragging himself forward, growling.