[Your friend is only alive because Timcanpy is the true hero.
Cross takes the hit, and jerks 'round to glare at Toothy. "Tim! Ch..." But when he turns his glower to the two on the ground, he holsters his weapon this time - Tim did his job, evidently.
"I'm out of bullets."
'Allen' is stiff at her side, unable to make himself move, even though he knows he should get out of here. It's not the end of it. Cross's bloodthirst may have dissipated, but his anger hasn't abated, and he's reaching down, grabbing for her collar. "Don't forget. This is all your fault."]
no subject
Cross takes the hit, and jerks 'round to glare at Toothy. "Tim! Ch..." But when he turns his glower to the two on the ground, he holsters his weapon this time - Tim did his job, evidently.
"I'm out of bullets."
'Allen' is stiff at her side, unable to make himself move, even though he knows he should get out of here. It's not the end of it. Cross's bloodthirst may have dissipated, but his anger hasn't abated, and he's reaching down, grabbing for her collar. "Don't forget. This is all your fault."]