It was hard to move at all, given the cat was lying on his hips, but with a grunt Gabriel tried to obey the direction. To do so he had to brace himself better, and he glanced down to find a better purchase on the ground--and then up again, to find one on the cat.

Which was when he saw the one slinking down from a rock, moving swiftly across the ground, ready to pounce. His eyes widened. "Shit."

He wasn't thinking. It wasn't a thinking thing; it was instinct. He just needed a weapon, now, and then the gun was in his hands and he was firing a volley at the ninja cat. It went down in a sprawl just as it made to leap on the Doctor.