From his cozy vantage point on the ground, Gordon can see bits of metal from the big ape thing hitting the ground and promptly disintegrating into small fuzzy dots that look at him.

"Hogod--!" Gordon scrambles to his feet before the shadow bugs can latch onto his nice-and-electrified suit, and backpedals with a cover of machine-gun fire, to get out of the way of a large, stomping foot.