The situation was quickly becoming chaotic. Not only was the miniature sun that lit up the entire room detrimental to his plans, the damn patients who couldn't seem to get a clue were beginning to prove things were getting worse. Mentally calculating the number of bullets he had left-- twelve-- Hisoka attempted to try and dodge both the male patient and the crutch, well aware that more patients were coming.

The boy wasn't so lucky with dodging his two assailants though, the crutch hitting him square in the shoulder before falling uselessly to the ground and the male assailant-- hadn't he burned him earlier? To think he would have learned...-- had slashed at him leaving a large gash running down his forearm. Glaring hatefully the boy kicked the man away before firing a shot at him, aiming for his abdomen rather than his chest-- like he really wanted to. Yet just before Hisoka could do the same to the others closing in on him he stopped short at the loud shout.

"Hisoka!"

Hesitating for only a moment, the boy turned to see a strangely familiar man running towards him...

Wait, Tsuzuki?! Hesitation gone, Hisoka's face became expressionless and cold. That bastard was always disregarding the rules and it was about time he was brought into line!

With that in mind, the boy's eyes narrowed and he fired four shots-- two at Tsuzuki, two at the the patient running slowly towards him with his eyes on the gun. Without a moments pause Hisoka then swung around and fired a shot at the patient who created the light in attempt to put it out.

Six bullets left.