[He puts up his arm in the hopes that it'll at least keep his neck safe, sacrificing whatever damage she can deliver to his forearm, and along his cheek, in exchange for that sort of instinctual safety. As long as he can keep her from touching any of his vital kill spots, he might have a shot at getting the hell out of there.
He doesn't shove her away, instead jamming the gun toward her neck and face and firing again. If anything could work, maybe it'd be a headshot, or something close to it. His panic is rising if only from experience--if he were in his world right now, he'd be infected, and for a moment he flashes back and wonders if it's contagious, if he'll turn into some monster.
The thought makes him more determined to get away.]
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[He puts up his arm in the hopes that it'll at least keep his neck safe, sacrificing whatever damage she can deliver to his forearm, and along his cheek, in exchange for that sort of instinctual safety. As long as he can keep her from touching any of his vital kill spots, he might have a shot at getting the hell out of there.
He doesn't shove her away, instead jamming the gun toward her neck and face and firing again. If anything could work, maybe it'd be a headshot, or something close to it. His panic is rising if only from experience--if he were in his world right now, he'd be infected, and for a moment he flashes back and wonders if it's contagious, if he'll turn into some monster.
The thought makes him more determined to get away.]