( Blood doesn't taste any better than usual when it floods her mouth with that particular tang she identifies as iron for a lack of better words. She feels where she's been shot, the pain and bleeding and shoves it back and out of the forefront of her mind.
What's that quote? This too shall pass. Truer for her than most people, but it won't be true for the guy they're now doubled up on, and it won't be true for Alfred if the people she hears stirring after the shout and sudden silence get out here, or if this guys friends have stuck around and decide to take it personally how everything's going down.
She opens her jaws, dropping their target's arm, but Alfred's still there, and she hears another thud of bone and flesh against bone and flesh and she jerks back, pressing off their shooter with one leg and back into Alfred with the back of her head. )
< Al! >
( One of the other goons is talking, starting to shout something, and she knows they need to get out of there. Animorphs survived because they got in and out of fights, not because they got lost in a fight before it was too late to pull out of. )
< Alfie! >
( Not to mention, Alfred wasn't an Animorph. He wasn't a bouncer, either, but that'd been the lie he sold her, and it was good enough to keep along as a joke until he gave her something different. )
< Alfred, knock it off! We have to get out of here! >
( She needs to demorph, and he needs not to get caught and dragged into a prison cell, or shot by one of the other idiots who'd thought picking a fight tonight was a good idea.
Or before someone else gets better at aiming and does her damage she can't out-morph. She knows what death feels like. She doesn't want to follow it through to the end, not yet, and sure as heck not back in the Wild West. )
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What's that quote? This too shall pass. Truer for her than most people, but it won't be true for the guy they're now doubled up on, and it won't be true for Alfred if the people she hears stirring after the shout and sudden silence get out here, or if this guys friends have stuck around and decide to take it personally how everything's going down.
She opens her jaws, dropping their target's arm, but Alfred's still there, and she hears another thud of bone and flesh against bone and flesh and she jerks back, pressing off their shooter with one leg and back into Alfred with the back of her head. )
< Al! >
( One of the other goons is talking, starting to shout something, and she knows they need to get out of there. Animorphs survived because they got in and out of fights, not because they got lost in a fight before it was too late to pull out of. )
< Alfie! >
( Not to mention, Alfred wasn't an Animorph. He wasn't a bouncer, either, but that'd been the lie he sold her, and it was good enough to keep along as a joke until he gave her something different. )
< Alfred, knock it off! We have to get out of here! >
( She needs to demorph, and he needs not to get caught and dragged into a prison cell, or shot by one of the other idiots who'd thought picking a fight tonight was a good idea.
Or before someone else gets better at aiming and does her damage she can't out-morph. She knows what death feels like. She doesn't want to follow it through to the end, not yet, and sure as heck not back in the Wild West. )