[Kiritsugu isn't quick enough. It's not half a second after he hears steps that the broken fragments of the wall crash into him. Though not many, the sheer force of Bazett's fist is enough to knock him to the ground. No escape now.]
[Without standing up, Kiritsugu inserts the Origin bullet into the chamber. He notices that the red markings of his command spells are complemented by that of his own blood. The curse keeps making him frailer and frailer...]
[The round may be three times stronger than your average Desert Eagle ammo, but with reinforcement, it's all for naught. Though a lot more force is concentrated into a single point than with the claymore, Bazett would survive, and with more than enough strength to finish Kiritsugu off in his defenseless state.]
[But it's precisely that reinforcement he's counting on now.]
[Firing the Origin round in such an open place is dangerous. Other people, unrelated to the conflict, may see it, and Kiritsugu is a man who relies on secrecy as his fighting style. However, this is the only thing that separates Kiritsugu from certain death.]
[Click.]
[The Magus Killer pushes the trigger guard again, this time in the opposite direction, closing the Contender. He aims it directly at Bazett's torso, unwilling to risk bouncing the bullet off her head. Unlike her Executor acquaintance, Bazett is equally protected everywhere. It should make little difference. He looks straight through the sights, specific to the .22 Remington model. The slightest twitch could waste the invaluable ammunition. A grim smirk comes to his face, mocking no one but himself. Here he was, basing his entire philosophy on Mayfield reviving people, and he can't live up to it when the time comes?]
[A deafening crack rings throughout the area. Kiritsugu can't help but almost drop the gun in pain. The necessity to aim upwards at such sudden notice incapacitates him from twisting his elbow so he can absorb the recoil. The assassin from half a year ago could have stood through this, despite shooting what is essentially a rifle round with one hand. Looks like the Grail's curse just won't leave him alone.]
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[Kiritsugu isn't quick enough. It's not half a second after he hears steps that the broken fragments of the wall crash into him. Though not many, the sheer force of Bazett's fist is enough to knock him to the ground. No escape now.]
[Without standing up, Kiritsugu inserts the Origin bullet into the chamber. He notices that the red markings of his command spells are complemented by that of his own blood. The curse keeps making him frailer and frailer...]
[The round may be three times stronger than your average Desert Eagle ammo, but with reinforcement, it's all for naught. Though a lot more force is concentrated into a single point than with the claymore, Bazett would survive, and with more than enough strength to finish Kiritsugu off in his defenseless state.]
[But it's precisely that reinforcement he's counting on now.]
[Firing the Origin round in such an open place is dangerous. Other people, unrelated to the conflict, may see it, and Kiritsugu is a man who relies on secrecy as his fighting style. However, this is the only thing that separates Kiritsugu from certain death.]
[Click.]
[The Magus Killer pushes the trigger guard again, this time in the opposite direction, closing the Contender. He aims it directly at Bazett's torso, unwilling to risk bouncing the bullet off her head. Unlike her Executor acquaintance, Bazett is equally protected everywhere. It should make little difference. He looks straight through the sights, specific to the .22 Remington model. The slightest twitch could waste the invaluable ammunition. A grim smirk comes to his face, mocking no one but himself. Here he was, basing his entire philosophy on Mayfield reviving people, and he can't live up to it when the time comes?]
[A deafening crack rings throughout the area. Kiritsugu can't help but almost drop the gun in pain. The necessity to aim upwards at such sudden notice incapacitates him from twisting his elbow so he can absorb the recoil. The assassin from half a year ago could have stood through this, despite shooting what is essentially a rifle round with one hand. Looks like the Grail's curse just won't leave him alone.]