This would be so easy if Lucrezia wasn't there. A dodged shotgun blast, some ruined plaster on the wall, Joel sporting a bruised or broken jaw from her taking the gun and smacking him in the face with it.
Easy. Over in the blink of an eye, and after a few months maybe they could laugh over his poor attempt.
But she knows before she even starts to move that she's going to die today and no one will be laughing. A shotgun and no kevlar and a very important person to protect, those don't leave her with many options. But it won't hurt, and she'll come back. Everything will be fine.
She can see where he's aiming, but she's on him before the first shot goes off. Hand on the barrel she shoves it down, feels the impact rip her right shoulder back. Somehow, miraculously, her arm stays on, but she feels her lung protesting. Sluggishly she grabs for the gun at his hip, rips it and the shotgun from him and throws them down the hall. She can hear them clattering away, but her attention is still squarely on Joel.
Her friend. And he still has so many weapons on him. Maybe she'll laugh at how hopeless this seems, but now she leaps at him, hits him square in the chest and knocks him off his feet and onto his back. All those big weapons, they're pinned under him now. He can't get them unless he gets her off him and that's not going to happen, not with her pulling her arm back to punch him square in the face.
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Easy. Over in the blink of an eye, and after a few months maybe they could laugh over his poor attempt.
But she knows before she even starts to move that she's going to die today and no one will be laughing. A shotgun and no kevlar and a very important person to protect, those don't leave her with many options. But it won't hurt, and she'll come back. Everything will be fine.
She can see where he's aiming, but she's on him before the first shot goes off. Hand on the barrel she shoves it down, feels the impact rip her right shoulder back. Somehow, miraculously, her arm stays on, but she feels her lung protesting. Sluggishly she grabs for the gun at his hip, rips it and the shotgun from him and throws them down the hall. She can hear them clattering away, but her attention is still squarely on Joel.
Her friend. And he still has so many weapons on him. Maybe she'll laugh at how hopeless this seems, but now she leaps at him, hits him square in the chest and knocks him off his feet and onto his back. All those big weapons, they're pinned under him now. He can't get them unless he gets her off him and that's not going to happen, not with her pulling her arm back to punch him square in the face.