He's about to make some kind of under his breath quip about how just head for the light sounds an awful lot like what you'd instruct someone who was dying to do, and he vehemently hopes this errand doesn't involve dying, but he doesn't get the chance to say anything at all before the noises start, then the shots.
His motions are smooth and self-assured as he raises his weapon and fires it twice in the direction of where he thinks the shots are coming from -- and damn, this gun really has some kick to it, but it doesn't throw him off; in fact, it makes him relish firing the gun more, liking the solidity of it in his hand. He's trying to ignore the chaos, trying to find something to focus on so that he can aim his gun correctly, but it's hard in the darkness, with the auditory distortion from the echo.
And that's when he hears Al's noise. It's unmistakable as anything other than pain, and his instincts take over. In the flashes of the gunfire, he catches sight of the man raising his gun again. Gritting his teeth, he takes several determined steps towards him, quickly enough to get within range, quickly enough that maybe the guy won't see him moving, that maybe he'll just be firing wildly. He keeps his gun trained on the position he'd last seen the man in, when the last burst of light had occurred, and fires off three shots, one right after another.
It gives him a sick little spike of adrenaline and pleasure to hear the man hit the floor without even crying out in pain. One or maybe more of those shots had been clean. That doesn't mean they're safe yet.
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His motions are smooth and self-assured as he raises his weapon and fires it twice in the direction of where he thinks the shots are coming from -- and damn, this gun really has some kick to it, but it doesn't throw him off; in fact, it makes him relish firing the gun more, liking the solidity of it in his hand. He's trying to ignore the chaos, trying to find something to focus on so that he can aim his gun correctly, but it's hard in the darkness, with the auditory distortion from the echo.
And that's when he hears Al's noise. It's unmistakable as anything other than pain, and his instincts take over. In the flashes of the gunfire, he catches sight of the man raising his gun again. Gritting his teeth, he takes several determined steps towards him, quickly enough to get within range, quickly enough that maybe the guy won't see him moving, that maybe he'll just be firing wildly. He keeps his gun trained on the position he'd last seen the man in, when the last burst of light had occurred, and fires off three shots, one right after another.
It gives him a sick little spike of adrenaline and pleasure to hear the man hit the floor without even crying out in pain. One or maybe more of those shots had been clean. That doesn't mean they're safe yet.