--Shit, shit, SHIT!--<br/><br/>He'd missed, or at least, missed enough.  The man was still standing, and now he was shooting.<br/><br/>Dreamer was already moving, ignoring the bovine girl as she landed on the other side of the wall.  He stood up and launched himself over the wall, stumbling a bit when he landed on the other side, now exposed.<br/><br/>The rebel's first salvo went wide, fired off too hastily.  Dreamer could only hope the bastard would run out of bullets before killing anyone, or that the catgirl's aim with her crossbow would be better than his had been.<br/><br/>It was a handgun, and an automatic... he would surely run out of bullets fast.  Or at least, Dreamer --hoped-- he would.<br/><br/>But for now...<br/><br/>--Come on, asshole,-- he thought, running for the body of the man he'd killed, going for the two guns he'd been holding.  --I'm the one that shot you.  Shoot ME!--