"Back off, bastard!" Elizabeth shouted the moment she saw the man getting ready to shoot with his rifle, and quickly she took aim with her own gun. Hoping to shoot before he did, she shot right for the hand that he'd be using to pull the trigger, shooting about three times while quickly moving into action again. But she still couldn't get up, and she knew it'd be hell to try walking, let alone running. But she'd make it, hopefully. Without waiting for her own last, third fire to be made, she had rolled out from under the desk, hoping that since he was on the floor he wouldn't be as quick to follow. But the moment she tried to stand she very nearly passed out from the pain, but she hoped to ignore it, and managed to stand, stumbling one from the pain but she was running straight for the door, and the moment she knew she was headed for the door she was firing at the man once more as hopeful cover.