While the others began their assault, Kevin Smith exploded into a fine mist of blood, leaving no trace of his body. This mist gathered itself and coalesced into another being, this one resembling an elderly man in a wheelchair. This man, although seemingly frail was the leader of the Smith Syndicate and the master of the other personas.
It was Harman Smith.
Unlike the other personas, there didn't seem to be much the old man could do against a towering beast like Kraid, yet he wheeled himself closer to the battle, the wheels of his wheelchair squeaking with each turn. Slowly and methodically he approached, only to come to a stop a few five feet from his original location.
"I think it's time to finish this little game."
Reaching behind him, Harman took hold of the large anti-tank rifle that accompanied him and took aim at the massive beast. For one such as he, who possessed the destructive powers of the God Hand, he couldn't help but be a little excited to see how it would fare against a creature that was not of his world. Pulling the trigger, he sent the first shot into Kraid's center mass.