dennis, that's funny...Exact same thing happened to me, only I WAS outta ammo. I stood on the downhill horn, grabbed the up one, and went to stab him thru the ribs(didn't wanna screw up the cape). He was kinda still thru all that, but as soon as the blade pricked him, he proceeded to kick my ever-lovin' azz. I figgered I could bonk him on the nose with a club and knock him out like a trapped coyote. Wrong-o.... Everytime I would run by and whack him, it would pizz him off and he'd try to get me again. Finally, his skull was turned to mush.... And I was damned tired. And beat-up....
