Now that Nick was on the ground the creature was at an advantage. Catching his footing and turning to pin his quarry down, he retreated back raising a hand to rake those claws across the synth's back. But moving like that tilted his weight and exposed more of himself to attack. The elbow caught Scout full in the face, causing him to falter and miss with his claws, but he wasn't deterred, wouldn't stop until one of them was dead.

Instead of backing off, he took the brunt of the impact to the side of his head then turned, biting at that elbow with hundreds of sharp teeth. He didn't hear the crunch of teeth on bone he'd hoped for, but he at least had the jacket in his mouth, shaking his head back and forth like a dog with a toy.

The gun was ignored, he didn't need it and had all but forgotten about it at this point, now that he had something in his teeth.