The addict pulled out a switchblade from his jacket, scrabbled at the sidewalk trying to pick up the purse with his other hand. Rhys reached into his coat, pulled out the Walther. The matte black gun glinted dully under the streetlamp.
"Holly, run!"
Rhys body-checked the other man, jammed his knee into his stomach. He'd have to shoot the guy if he couldn't make him drop the knife, but it would be best to do it at close range to muffle the shot. The smell was even worse up close, rank and foul.
The junkie turned out to have the desperate, crazy strength of five, and he sunfished under the mercenary's weight, trying to buck him off. Rhys shot him in the thigh. The knife stabbed out wildly.
It was a lucky shot, a product of the close quarters, and the blade went into Rhys' stomach up to the hilt, cutting through soft tissue and muscle. He grunted with surprise and pain, then yelled when his assailant pulled the knife out and stabbed him again, this time where his arm met his body on the right side. This time the junkie left the weapon in.
To Rhys' credit, he got to his feet, the gun lifting, but the shot went wild as Holly's purse was grabbed. Red droplets pattered onto the sidewalk as the wounded mugger fled. The pain was incredible. It wasn't the first time he'd been stabbed, but it hurt like a bastard.
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on 2013-10-16 08:17 am (UTC)"Holly, run!"
Rhys body-checked the other man, jammed his knee into his stomach. He'd have to shoot the guy if he couldn't make him drop the knife, but it would be best to do it at close range to muffle the shot. The smell was even worse up close, rank and foul.
The junkie turned out to have the desperate, crazy strength of five, and he sunfished under the mercenary's weight, trying to buck him off. Rhys shot him in the thigh. The knife stabbed out wildly.
It was a lucky shot, a product of the close quarters, and the blade went into Rhys' stomach up to the hilt, cutting through soft tissue and muscle. He grunted with surprise and pain, then yelled when his assailant pulled the knife out and stabbed him again, this time where his arm met his body on the right side. This time the junkie left the weapon in.
To Rhys' credit, he got to his feet, the gun lifting, but the shot went wild as Holly's purse was grabbed. Red droplets pattered onto the sidewalk as the wounded mugger fled. The pain was incredible. It wasn't the first time he'd been stabbed, but it hurt like a bastard.
"Too slow..."