The cop's eyes only widen before he's gunned down, crimson holes opening in his unprotected chest. His body begins to fall backwards, his fingers curling around the trigger for one final shot before his passing. Unfortunately, the shot went incredibly wide, impacting into the wall harmlessly above Kizzie. One final gurgle of surprise escaped his pudgy lips before his body hit the floor, already seeping the red fluid like a leaking faucet.<br/><br/>The fanatic, however, was not so easily taken down. Two of the bullets connect with his body, but impact into his left arm. He cries out in surprise, staggering backwards as he levels the gun. A thunderous crack heralds the oncoming gunfire before the revolver slug connects; a direct hit in the shoulder. Lances of pain shoot through your body, but it could certainly be worse. The shot is definitely a lower caliber than military or law enforcement. Still, the pain is enough to restrict movement in your right arm. The fanatic grits his teeth, struggling to aim his weapon. "Y-You...I'll make you pay! We'll all make you pay!" Just before a clear shot can be gained, however, his gun is pointed at his head, moments before a second slug is unleashed right into his dome. His body falls over, twitching slightly. The smell of blood and death fill the room quickly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>