Severus pulled out his tactical shotgun from his back and swapped out the ammunition he had in it. This was supposed to be his last-ditch resort, the conflagration potion in these paintballs would ignite on impact. Inferi won't fall sleep anyways. As the sound grew larger, he didn't need the spectacles anymore. He knew where they all went, and why they are coming back. They had ran after the rats before when they were out of food, but now they smelled the blood and are drawn to it.