( she would have shot him again — perhaps not in the end, perhaps only to incapacitate him further, but she would have shot him again — if not for his bullet lodged in her shoulder, if not for the pain.
she doesn't hide the way she grits her teeth against the pain, the grimace, nor does she stop herself from going down on one knee, knocked off balance by the impact and in too much pain to find it again. those things aren't important enough to spent energy on. what is important is this: switching her gun to her left hand to aim it at him. she may miss, but at least she has a gun trained on him again. it makes her feel safer.
and maybe she would have shot him again then, if not for the sound of sirens, the footsteps. she can only hope that these are legitimate cops. )
Thank you. Your praise means the world to me. ( bitten out, but trading sarcastic quips with him is something to focus on beside the pain that's making her vision swim. she can't very well pass out now. )
LOVELY \o/
she doesn't hide the way she grits her teeth against the pain, the grimace, nor does she stop herself from going down on one knee, knocked off balance by the impact and in too much pain to find it again. those things aren't important enough to spent energy on. what is important is this: switching her gun to her left hand to aim it at him. she may miss, but at least she has a gun trained on him again. it makes her feel safer.
and maybe she would have shot him again then, if not for the sound of sirens, the footsteps. she can only hope that these are legitimate cops. )
Thank you. Your praise means the world to me. ( bitten out, but trading sarcastic quips with him is something to focus on beside the pain that's making her vision swim. she can't very well pass out now. )