He could barely make out her figure, as his eyes were watering and he was having the hardest time with his vision. And that was why her attack had been so effective. The bullets lodged themselves into his leg and it instantly gave away, forcing him to drop down onto the carpet. Blood stained the knee of his jeans as he reached down to grab at his injury, and his eyes flashed dangerously in her direction as he attempted to gain some sort of visual on whatever it was that she was doing.
"I'm going to kill you," he tilted his head back and started to laugh, despite the pain and his lack of control over the situation. He kept laughing, almost uncontrollably. "I'm going to fucking kill you."