She's just as strong as him. He's just as heavy as her.

But he didn't expect her to be able to lift him like this with whatever injury she had.

The drop brings him onto his shoulder first. The ground cracks under his weight as the rest of his body collapses. His vision blurs from the impact. His hand finds his bleeding side. Through clenched teeth, he forces himself back around onto his knees. This can't go on for much longer already. He's too worn down. He has to end it faster.

Bringing a knee up, he reaches inside his jacket to retrieve the gun again. He swings around in her direction to fire at point-blank range—


The click is met with silence.

It doesn't take a charge. It doesn't fire.

He hesitates.