"He did have a gun. I was faster." Scarlet didn't see the point in withholding that information now. He took the bollocking he was receiving as deserved, his spine pricking with adrenaline. "We had to move. I needed to-" To get his bloody revenge is what, hot and fresh. His heart had beat with the desire for it and his common sense had shut off, and Much had been the same, and Tuck dead between them, unable to counter.