[ His expression shines with excitement when he sees the man collapse on his own feet, red seeping through the man's clothes. He's ready to gloat, too, maybe kick the man around a little before sending him off before--
A gun fires. It's not his. He forgot about Qilby's gun. The bullet strikes his stomach, piercing through in a nice, clean shot. C-ta barely has a chance to take notice of the wound on his abdomen before he's falling on his knees and his mouth tastes like blood. ]
Ha- ha ha! [ There's anger in his voice, but not because of the death that looms over him, but over the fact that he was taken down. By some four-eyed bastard. ] F-fuck you. I won't die before you. I won't die before you!
[ He lifts the gun again, aimed at Qilby, and shoots the rest of the cartridge. He doesn't care where it lands. Head, shoulder, chest, as long as it hits it doesn't matter.
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A gun fires. It's not his. He forgot about Qilby's gun. The bullet strikes his stomach, piercing through in a nice, clean shot. C-ta barely has a chance to take notice of the wound on his abdomen before he's falling on his knees and his mouth tastes like blood. ]
Ha- ha ha! [ There's anger in his voice, but not because of the death that looms over him, but over the fact that he was taken down. By some four-eyed bastard. ] F-fuck you. I won't die before you. I won't die before you!
[ He lifts the gun again, aimed at Qilby, and shoots the rest of the cartridge. He doesn't care where it lands. Head, shoulder, chest, as long as it hits it doesn't matter.
All through the while, C-ta laughs. ]