[That's more than he really expected, and on some level he feels a vague sense of triumph at doing that much damage to it, but it's short lived. Besides, even if it only lasts a few steps the sight of the Visitor suddenly running toward him is utterly terrifying, and that slows Lance's reaction time; he does twist partially out of the way, but not far enough to avoid catching a few claws.
The gouges aren't as deep as they could've been, but that isn't saying much; one cuts a wound across his lower left side, and the other two slice through his upper leg. Lance gasps in pain, staggering to the side a few steps and almost dropping his gun, and for a second or two all of his attention is on the sight of blood; he automatically puts his gun back in its holster as he presses his left hand against his side, the shock of the injury drawing all of his focus.
But then it suddenly snaps into place that the Visitor is still here, and Lance looks up immediately to try to figure out where it is and, if it's coming at him again, to do something to stop it.]
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The gouges aren't as deep as they could've been, but that isn't saying much; one cuts a wound across his lower left side, and the other two slice through his upper leg. Lance gasps in pain, staggering to the side a few steps and almost dropping his gun, and for a second or two all of his attention is on the sight of blood; he automatically puts his gun back in its holster as he presses his left hand against his side, the shock of the injury drawing all of his focus.
But then it suddenly snaps into place that the Visitor is still here, and Lance looks up immediately to try to figure out where it is and, if it's coming at him again, to do something to stop it.]