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[i]Donny completed his turning motion to try and lunge away from the alien as it reached for him, peering over his left shoulder. He'd twist to his left to get off another shot through his overcoat before Rakkan had taken his first step in pursuit, the coat serving to conceal his aim. This shot would fly for the alien's ankle if it tried to move after him, the idea being to blast the lead foot out from under the creature as it shifted its weight forwards so that it'd lose its balance and perhaps face-plant. If it tried catching itself with its hands, it'd find its right forearm exploding as another sneaky bullet was fired. If it made a falling grab for Donny, its hands would be in danger of exploding in quick succession as two rapid rounds were loosed. Oddly enough, it didn't seem like Donny wanted to stay and fight, or even try to get a headshot in. He seemed intent on sprinting through the panicked small crowd of people before him, even though there weren't nearly enough bodies to hide amongst. His features were alight with stark terror.

[color=9e0b0f][b]*But then again, considering the speed of the alien, Donny might not even get that far to begin with. If this were the case, Donny would have only enough time to shoot and disable the creature's right arm (aiming to blast the elbow) before his gun was grabbed. Donny'd wind up having his entire overcoat torn away along with his precious revolver as he continued his retreat. Most of the hitman's arsenal would be laid plain for all to see with his coat gone. Various grenades lined his belt, along with an array of sheaths, holsters, and bountiful other implements of murder and subterfuge.*

*To think, people considered Batman to be a prepared individual. Batman didn't have shit on this. At least there were no more guns.*[/b][/color][/i]