(okay, yeah, point blank makes that a lot more plausible since there's no air resistance or much gravity factor to deal with (gravity will force any small arms round in a downwards arc.) Same with it being the size of a standard round. But what's done is done.

These are the type of situations I usually have people roll dice for in my own groups, but since we aren't using any RNG factor here, I usually err on the side of difficult to near impossible things likely not happening)

He stopped at the sight of Saras' blade, exhaling a bit of frost from his breath as he opted to go for Zeth's instead, making sure to keep a clear eye on Saras' motions.

Lemme revise, sigh

The experiment easily fell to the floor with the force of Zeth jumping on his back again. He just couldn't hold her a second time with all of his armor, swearing in some sort of language as he tried to swat her off.

Zeth

"Who the hell are you working for?" she yelled, trying to pin it's limbs down.
She was really glad his weapon was out of range, or she might have been in some serious trouble.
She yelled her question again for good measure, Emphasizing every word the second time around.

Saras watched.

The experiment struggled in her grip as his shadows flared up, trying to freeze her off.
He didn't give much in way of a response, other than a low, inhuman growl. The collar on his neck still seemed to be blinking.. And causing him.. pain?
It was hard to tell.
But it was apparent that someone in the facility was mad this group of invaders hadn't been dealt with yet.

Saras cut the collar away.

With the collar and his mind freed, the experiment could speak again, but all that came from him was a strangled "don't kill me, please" through the beginnings of a stifled sob.

The sound of gunfire in the background picking up only seemed to heighten his fears of dying.

Saras turned and began firing on the guards.

Zeth

"WHO are you working for." She demanded coldly, pressing him into the ground a bit harder. She could feel that old exterminator's side of her coming out to play, making her distant and heartless.

"If you want to live as you say, you will answer me now..."

Scias
"Hey, **** off, dude. I had dibs on that one."
Scias looked exasperated as the guard he had already fired two shots into had fallen with Saras' weapons.

Rey
"Well, it's dead now, Zeizan. No use crying about it." Rey laughed as she dropped the guard that had tried to slice into her armor.
"We're 7-5 with that now. Good luck catching up."

The experiment flinched at that, managing to calm himself just enough to spit out a name.
"Commander.. Sanghvi."