His thigh. That wasn't the intent, but he's not surprised his aim is much less accurate with his arm messed up like this. "Tch." It's not enough. He might not die from that, and Ankh needs that clock. He fires two more shots, hoping they at least hit somewhere considering how hard this is right now, and then he can't even quite keep hold of the gun anymore, and it falls to the ground under the tree.

Ankh goes down after it, not to get the gun back so much as to get closer. Get the clock. If he doesn't get the clock, then this was all pointless. ...mostly. He knows more about Sebastian than he did before, either way.

With his arm having become mostly useless by now, he falls more than climbs down the tree, and screams as his injured arm slams into the forest floor.