“Just about anyone who has dealt with me…well before I got my gun.” she insisted. Feeling his grip loosen, she debated two options. She could step back on his foot and run and let the chase continue or try to aim for the head and run.
But she had to admit, she really didn’t want to hurt him and broke his grip and ran.
I should have never made that gun. Cisco thought to himself, losing his grip quickly. As she broke his grip, he cursed under his breath and ran after her. “Lisa, wait!” He hollered, taking his hood off and pumping his arms at an attempt to catch the woman.