Sark skids to a stop and whirls, now thoroughly panicked, but, per usual, trying to remain cool and collected, even though this is not a situation he can handle.

...Oh but he can handle it. There's still three of them, but if he's fast...

"As a matter of fact, Mr. Clark, I really don't." He raises his gun and fires off four shots at Den and prepares to make a run for it and hope he can get somewhere safe before the rest of the hounds come after him.