The shot itself didn't really come as a surprise, but the pain shivered and stretched all the way to her fingertips, splashing her with cold and burning her up all at once, a mix of clashing sensations that pulled a sharp scream out of Claire as she fell to her knees, a hand clapping over the spot on her heart. Before she could even stagger back to her feet, there was another one, in her lung, all the air rushing out of her body as her chest collapsed. One bullet wound closed up as another broke free, and Claire took the time to cough, a few rounds splattering to the ground with a clatter along with deep, blackened blood.

"What are you doing?" she managed to wheeze out, no longer crying out with every single bullet, because she couldn't. Claire got to her feet, pushing backward, holding up both hands in surrender. "Stop, please. Please."