In a movie, that might have been the heroic sequence that occurred in slow motion, where the lunatic villain missed the pivotal shot by a hair and blew himself up in the process.
And I shot. And I missed. And I shot again. And I missed again.
Now, if this isn’t that scene… not blown up, hit someone?
We’d be left bloody but victorious.
But Mannequin didn’t fire. He was too collected to do any of that.
Fair.
This possibility is why I said “if he’s actually doing it”, if that wasn’t clear.
So now Taylor and Grue are both prone. That might be bad.
He adjusted his aim, directing his hand-gun to where I’d pushed Grue to the ground.
“No!” I said, and the sound wasn’t a grunt this time.
I mean, unless he extends his arm, wouldn’t the result be the same that way? At least if the bullet does ignite the gas. Otherwise the difference lies in killing Grue first, like I already suspected he wanted to.
I stepped in the way, putting myself between Mannequin and Grue, arms spread, half-kneeling. Bastard tugged on the leash again as he stepped forward, and I almost fell on my face.
This super cool protective pose, and then Bastard almost removes the dignity. Heh.
I could let him go and sic him on Mannequin, but he’d almost certainly die like Lucy had.
Probably, unless I was right about him being a wolf causing him to be better protected.
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