[ He didn't know what to do. She was coming closer now, and he could hear those wet, injured sounds Katurian kept making. It made his stomach twist violently, the way it reminded him of watching MVP die back home -- his fault, like this feels, but worse this way, with Katurian bleeding out and the impending threat of Angelica's approach. He had to do something, this wasn't working.
Maybe it was the adrenaline, the desperation, but Terry knew the only way he or Katurian stood a chance of leaving alive was to deal with the doctor, and deal with her fast. Now. Before she could finish them off. He eased Katurian's body to the floor, hard eyes on Angelica, letting her get closer before he moved, suddenly, to grab another glass beaker off the counter, lunging to meet her in one last ditch shot. ]
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Maybe it was the adrenaline, the desperation, but Terry knew the only way he or Katurian stood a chance of leaving alive was to deal with the doctor, and deal with her fast. Now. Before she could finish them off. He eased Katurian's body to the floor, hard eyes on Angelica, letting her get closer before he moved, suddenly, to grab another glass beaker off the counter, lunging to meet her in one last ditch shot. ]