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Drago panicked upon hearing the shot. Any incredibly loud noise would startle the dragon. He was fairly used to explosives being thrown at him. They would always result in severe pain and stitches that took forever to heal properly. So the young, self centered reptilian had learned to worry about loud bangs for his sake.
In the seconds following the gun shot, he had begun taking a glance around to see where the shot was coming from but as he turned half way to look beside him the first thing he saw was Fist, falling.
There hadn’t been much warning; two people lounging at the other end of the alley, seemingly unaware of Drago and the Crew’s presence, exchanging words that became louder and more heated as the seconds passed. At first, they were easy to ignore, but as they both moved into straight up shouting, Fist turned to look at them, one eyebrow raised in annoyance.
Just what was going on over there?
Straightening up from where he had been leaning against the wall, he started to walk over to see if he could get them to either shut up or leave. One of the figures spotted him out of the corner of their eye, letting out a small shout as they took a step back. The other one whipped around, arm snapping out and something gleaning in the hand.
There was a crack.
And then there was pain.
The shock drained all the strength out of his legs, and he collapsed onto his back with a choked gasp, one hand automatically reaching up cling to his torso, just below his ribs.
“Fist!”
As Cobra and Ice darted to his side, the two figures took off, splitting up and running in different directions.
There was a brief second of pause as the dragon recognized what had just happened. He straightened back up, his face stricken with horror and pure, utter terror. He glanced from Fist to the person who had just shot him, debating what to do.
There was the object of his affection who had just been shot, and the two figures running away. A quick second of thought told him he couldn’t capture both, even with his demon like speed, and so he took off in a mad dash over to Fist.
“Damn it! Why’d you do that?” This was his form of concern. “Do i get one of them or what do i do here?” He burst out quickly. The young dragon was so confused and in shock. He had begun clicking his nails rapidly together.
