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His plan wasn't working. Sure, Kaz managed to pilfer the gun from Lorken and caught the big guy by surprise, but none of that means a damn thing if Kaz wasn't hitting his target. Six shots were fired: three of which struck Lorken in the stomach, one narrowly missed, and the remaining two made impact with Lorken's hand and forehead respectively. The plan failed spectacularly. [color=#A31221][i]"Damn it... I was aiming for his nuts."[/i][/color] But alas, it isn't all bad, Lorken is dazed—probably from the last one he took to the dome. Kaz sees an opportunity to capitalize and blitzes towards the staggered brute. A pistol whip to the temple would definitely cause some damage, regardless of the meager force behind the attack. But Lorken, being the stubborn and resilient bastard that he is, makes a swift recovery and, reciprocally, charges at Kaz.

As the two of them close the distance, Lorken swings at Kaz with a mean right hook which our wouldn't-be hero expertly dodges. No, wait. Never mind. Kaz slipped a little again which is the only reason why the attack missed. As Kaz catches his balance, he soon finds an elbow flying at his face. He thinks about blocking the blow with the gun but then he'd have a sturdy piece of metal hitting his forehead. So instinctively, he blocks with his right palm. As the elbow makes contact, Kaz could feel a finger bone snapped in place. He doesn't even have the luxury of feeling that pain as a blow to his stomach expunges the air from Kaz's lungs which is then followed by a second body blow; whatever he's wheezing out isn't air at this point. A final left hook reunites Kaz with his old flame: the floor.

Meanwhile, the exhausted Lorken takes an immediate seat to recover some lost breath. Almost half a minute passes and Kaz has still yet to move a muscle. Ready to add manslaughter to the list, Lorken, you horny bastard? An entire minute nearly passes before Kaz finally comes to. [color=#A31221]"W-What...? Tired already...? You're not done with me yet..."[/color] Kaz, slowly but surely, gets back up onto his feet and stumbles toward Lorken, gun still in hand—left hand to be precise; if one looks closely, they can see a somewhat unnatural bend to one of Kaz's right fingers. Kaz can't make even three feet of lateral movement before collapsing once more. It takes a second, but Kaz starts to worm his way to Lorken by using his arms to claw his body forward.

Once near Lorken, Kaz tosses the gun at his head. Yeah, it'd probably won't do a thing but this is all the energy Kaz could muster. Maybe it'll chip off a piece of his horn if Kaz rolls a natural 20. Kaz didn't see if it hit its mark or not. He gets into a kneeling position and stares at Lorken while breathing and wheezing heavily. There is no comment to be made. Okay, maybe one. [color=#A31221]"How's it feel to be reunited with your long lost son, Dank Cola? Ya know, the goat boy..."[/color] Blood spurts from his nose afterwards.

[@Zelosse]