[ In Apollo's experience, someone chuckling over being shot is never a good sign. So she keeps the pistol in her right hand trained on Seviilia the entire time, watching, waiting, and mindful of both her opponent and her surroundings. She's alert, morbidly curious and maybe a little (or more than a little) concerned over how the elf just sort of rips the damn bullet out; but still there is a distinct lack of real fear. ]
Quittin' ain't exactly my thing, no.
[ She isn't expecting that kind of speed from someone of that build, but her thought process is quick enough and her knowledge of her own arsenal is intimate enough that she can react accordingly. The right gun is holstered, the left is fired twice in an attempt to slow her down since it's designed to have a heavier shot than it's counterpart, but it isn't enough - the elf reaches her, and Apollo's forced to move. The first hand she just barely avoids, for now, but the second catches her wrist and despite her best attempts to move with the twist to reduce the damage, that tactic falls short as well. ]
Fuck, fuckfuckfuck-- [ She knows the sound and feeling of broken all too well at this point in her life and career, but hell if it stops her from fighting. She's forced to drop the pistol she still has in that hand, but the other hand is still functional and free, so she yanks a dagger from her clothes and tries to plunge it into Seviilia's wrist in order to attempt getting her to release her. ]
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Quittin' ain't exactly my thing, no.
[ She isn't expecting that kind of speed from someone of that build, but her thought process is quick enough and her knowledge of her own arsenal is intimate enough that she can react accordingly. The right gun is holstered, the left is fired twice in an attempt to slow her down since it's designed to have a heavier shot than it's counterpart, but it isn't enough - the elf reaches her, and Apollo's forced to move. The first hand she just barely avoids, for now, but the second catches her wrist and despite her best attempts to move with the twist to reduce the damage, that tactic falls short as well. ]
Fuck, fuckfuckfuck-- [ She knows the sound and feeling of broken all too well at this point in her life and career, but hell if it stops her from fighting. She's forced to drop the pistol she still has in that hand, but the other hand is still functional and free, so she yanks a dagger from her clothes and tries to plunge it into Seviilia's wrist in order to attempt getting her to release her. ]