[The fact that his bullet hit doesn't feel like any sort of triumph. Dist sees the sword connect with Nephry's arm, the spray of blood, and he pulls the trigger of his gun again. This time, though, it's a blind shot. Dist doesn't aim, he just wants this...this brat away from Nephry. Away from her and to a place where he can rip him limb from limb. Rrgh...if only he had his fonbots...this little blemish would be easy to remove if Dist had his fonbots here.
The force of the tackle, and the fall - damn those blasted wings - takes the breath out of Dist's lungs, and he's left gasping for a few seconds. No, no! No, no, no, he's not going to let this urchin get the upper hand on him! Dist forces his way through the pain, practically snarling and using his size and weight to hopefully overpower the boy.
If he can just throw him off...pin him down, and get his hands around that scrawny, pencil neck. Or, better yet, shove the barrel of his gun down this child's throat...!]
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The force of the tackle, and the fall - damn those blasted wings - takes the breath out of Dist's lungs, and he's left gasping for a few seconds. No, no! No, no, no, he's not going to let this urchin get the upper hand on him! Dist forces his way through the pain, practically snarling and using his size and weight to hopefully overpower the boy.
If he can just throw him off...pin him down, and get his hands around that scrawny, pencil neck. Or, better yet, shove the barrel of his gun down this child's throat...!]