The gun lowered some and Logan watched the bullet tear into its mark. He never would have aimed at any of her vital organs or her face for that exact reason, if she couldn't stop it at least she would have a fighting chance. He could get her to a hospital fast, she was bleeding. He could smell it. He could smell the iron and the gunpowder.
Frowning, Logan watched Mel as she took the moment to recover. And hen she commended he shoot at her again.
"You sure?" He inquired, though they both knew what the risks were before they started. He lifted the gun and fired again hoping she could stop it this time.