Edward didn't want trivial things as most would in an actually robbery. No no, it was much more personal than that. He just flat out wanted anyone on the receiving end of his gun to die in pure, true agony. He wanted blood. Blood fueled him. He needed it.
And she hadnt even seen his other gun yet. Just the one of the matching set of revolvers. But he doubted she would forget them so quickly after this.
Edward knew what it was like to be shot, the heat in your skin from the wound, the loss of blood. Even the feeling of being light headed. Those were things Eddie knew almost too well. He could imaging being shot in his dreams and his body would feel it. Those were powerful feelings. But he rarely slept too long.
He had been aiming for another shot when cars from the street began crashing into the building around him, sending up bits of concrete and dust. Edward tucked the revolver into the holster beneath his arm and ducked, trying to stay alive.
He had managed to dodge one car when another careened out of the air and caused the building itself to collapse. Brickwork and signage spilled on to the sidewalk where Edward had been standing a moment before.
He shoved at Annie, trying to get her to stop when he found himself laying flat on the sidewalk, pinned beneath a tire of a car. He groaned and winced, the car settling on one of his long legs. "Damn it!" He growled, trying to free himself from beneath the automobile that was half in the rubble and half on the sidewalk.