[This can't be how it ends, he won't let it. Childe's eyes widen as the boy steps forward to pick the ammunition up, knowing full well that now he's right in the sights of the gun, with nothing to stop it from blowing his head off. He moves, but not in time to shield Unnamed from the next blast- which thankfully misses.
Having dropped their second shot, the human has to reload once more, fumbling with fear now that the larger of the two zombies is coming for them. The Harbinger moves as fast as he possibly can with an inoperable leg and a torn up arm, his crawl across the floor faster than he even thought was possible for him, taking only one moment to turn his head to give Unnamed a look of urgency and fear. The grunt out of his mouth to tell him to run will go unheard, not aware that the boy is deaf, before he focuses his attention on the human.
The gun raises once more, and Tartaglia throws himself onto the human, his teeth ripping into their neck, tearing out their windpipe and ensuring their demise.
At the same time, another shot rings out, point blank into his chest, and his body is thrown backwards down the stairs and onto the floor, landing with a hard thud where he lies on his back with blood down his chin. His head rolls to the side, looking for Unnamed, wanting to make sure he wasn't hit by that blast...]
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Having dropped their second shot, the human has to reload once more, fumbling with fear now that the larger of the two zombies is coming for them. The Harbinger moves as fast as he possibly can with an inoperable leg and a torn up arm, his crawl across the floor faster than he even thought was possible for him, taking only one moment to turn his head to give Unnamed a look of urgency and fear. The grunt out of his mouth to tell him to run will go unheard, not aware that the boy is deaf, before he focuses his attention on the human.
The gun raises once more, and Tartaglia throws himself onto the human, his teeth ripping into their neck, tearing out their windpipe and ensuring their demise.
At the same time, another shot rings out, point blank into his chest, and his body is thrown backwards down the stairs and onto the floor, landing with a hard thud where he lies on his back with blood down his chin. His head rolls to the side, looking for Unnamed, wanting to make sure he wasn't hit by that blast...]