Post by illirica on Dec 28, 2022 13:56:59 GMT
Stella would have really liked to confirm a kill, or at least confirm that she'd done some damage. Unfortunately, before she had a chance to get a good spot on who or what she'd actually managed to spot - if anything - some absolute nutjob came barreling out from behind one of the counters like a wolverine on methamphetamines. She pulled the trigger a couple more times on principle, but momentum alone would get the assailant to her whether or not the shots hit anything, and it wasn't as if she had enough time to turn around fully and line up the shot.
Arms wrapped around her with a strength that suggested this person either worked out or was just hopped up on enough of something that they didn't actually care about screwing up their muscular system, and then she was going downward-ish, hard, but not fast enough that she didn't feel the sudden impact of shots against her back as David picked the worst possible time to get his sorry ass in gear.
It wasn't immediately fatal - that was what Kevlar was for - but that stuff didn't stop impacts entirely and she'd probably be turning a violent shade of purple if she managed to survive this. David's audible "Shit! Oh shit!" did nothing to help the situation - nor did the clatter of something on the ground that she just knew was going to be a dropped gun. Seriously, who dropped their gun? Most of the rookies got that beaten out of them before they finished with training.
Footsteps, running away.
He'd always been a coward. And a prick. There was a crack as the weapon discharged, probably not in any sort of useful direction - and then another as the takedown completed and her head hit the cement floor and she stopped having to worry about any of this.
The "bad guys" weren't getting stopped this time, not today.
Arms wrapped around her with a strength that suggested this person either worked out or was just hopped up on enough of something that they didn't actually care about screwing up their muscular system, and then she was going downward-ish, hard, but not fast enough that she didn't feel the sudden impact of shots against her back as David picked the worst possible time to get his sorry ass in gear.
It wasn't immediately fatal - that was what Kevlar was for - but that stuff didn't stop impacts entirely and she'd probably be turning a violent shade of purple if she managed to survive this. David's audible "Shit! Oh shit!" did nothing to help the situation - nor did the clatter of something on the ground that she just knew was going to be a dropped gun. Seriously, who dropped their gun? Most of the rookies got that beaten out of them before they finished with training.
Footsteps, running away.
He'd always been a coward. And a prick. There was a crack as the weapon discharged, probably not in any sort of useful direction - and then another as the takedown completed and her head hit the cement floor and she stopped having to worry about any of this.
The "bad guys" weren't getting stopped this time, not today.