[Wolfwood'll go ahead and take this angle over here—after all, he's got his handgun loaded and ready to go. And before he runs off, he catches a glance at you and throws a clip up for you to take while you're busy with your little friend over there. No reason to have an empty gun on you, right?
BLAM BLAM—
wings shot through and through, the man with wings crashes hard against the earth and picks himself up off the ground in a mad sprint regardless. Heaving a tired breath that burns the mark across his ribcage, Wolfwood yanks the strap of the crucifix up and slams the end into the Third Party fighter's chest. Hard.
no subject
BLAM BLAM—
wings shot through and through, the man with wings crashes hard against the earth and picks himself up off the ground in a mad sprint regardless. Heaving a tired breath that burns the mark across his ribcage, Wolfwood yanks the strap of the crucifix up and slams the end into the Third Party fighter's chest. Hard.
He's out like a light.]