Nope, too late. The man was gone and out of anyone's reach. Worst of all he was bitten. They could all clearly hear his screams. Without stopping to think or consider the options at hand, Clint moved for an arrow. What could he say? It must have stemmed from his darker days. Back to a time when he wouldn't thought twice about what needed to be done. Sadly, today was turning out to be a bit too familiar. Before Wanda had time to place down the shield, an arrow left Clint'd bowstrings and settled deep in the man's skull. At least this way his end was quick. Who could say the same would end up being their fate? In this dead world there were no rules. Anyone could die at any given moment. It was just his time.