( They're at such close range that the force of the shot pushes him back a way, but he grabs her hair to pull her forward, with him. The other hand drops the knife as it clutches his shoulder, as he grits his teeth against the pain and then fails to stop it, letting out a cry.
He recovers, quickly, biting down against the pain. But by the time he scrambles for the knife, he's already lost a few moments. )
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He recovers, quickly, biting down against the pain. But by the time he scrambles for the knife, he's already lost a few moments. )