[No one's ever treated him this callously before and he's shocked, unable to comprehend what's happening even as he's struggles against the dirty leaves for a moment. But then survival instinct kicks in and he grabs for a gun that he didn't even know was there, leveling it at Sebastian with one hand while scrambling back until he hits a tree.
For all that he's never seen the gun before, it feels natural in his hand, the grip obviously conformed to his fingers. But he's too busy trying to get out of this alive to give it more than a passing thought.]
How...how dare... [The angry tears have stopped but they've left damning tracks behind and he's still doesn't know who he's dealing with. There's a modicum of fear in his eyes now as he struggles to his feet, hand grasping at the tree behind him for balance. No one can move that fast.
He fights down a shudder, remembering his father's nighttime stories about vampires and werewolves.]