She ducked down as he turned to look back at her, that look passing between them; it wasn’t a friendly one either. Damita’s jaw was set, her lips pressed into a thin line as she glowered back at him. She wouldn’t back down, from him, from anyone; she wanted to help, if that wasn’t clear enough. All he got for his snarl was a tongue stuck out at him – A childish gesture, but one that conveyed her thoughts clear enough for the moment: ‘too bad for you.’<br/><br/>Eyes widened as he suddenly thrust himself in the middle of the throng, Damita frozen for a moment. She’d never seen anyone die, let alone be killed right in front of her eyes – It was revolting, making her stomach clench up in knots as she cocked the gun, holding it with both hands as she sighted down her arm for a warrior on the outskirts of the skirmish. Frowning, brows furrowed, Damita fired; unsure if she’d hit him or not – She didn’t take the time to look, instead re-cocking the gun before firing off her last shot.<br/><br/>She turned then, holding her stomach as she took off, wanting to get as far as possible from the smell of blood; her stomach growled its displeasure as Damita willed herself not to retch, the scene of gore fresh in her young mind.<br/>