Farzan isn't more then a few steps behind him, but he turns, fires, moves closer, then turns again and fires, all far faster than one might suppose.

Then again, those who don't get used to moving fast in this gravity and air pressure die.

One of the bats drop, but Farzan doesn't wait to see if the swarm wheels off; he just gets into the airlock with Carl, and lets the door slid shut.

"Fuck," he laughs, taking off his mask. "That was fun."