Gordon Freeman

The others are already moving before voodoo even has time to finish the words. There isn't a human here who doesn't want to see these half-machine monsters go down and go down hard. They've come this far; if they were to all run dry of ammo now, they'd be charging the remaining Combine with the butts of their weapons and the reinforced toes of their boots.

And since the more levelheaded ones are stopping to retrieve ammo from each and every Combine corpse they find, there is no danger of running out any time soon.

This is a bad, bad day to be Combine.