[ Finally Blondie gets out of the car, but then the moron runs straight at the damn monster! Wolfwood tries to follow, climbing out of the driver's seat and heading for the passenger door, but the hand brake engages itself in his way and costs him valuable seconds getting past it. By the time he manages to throw himself out the car door, Blondie's already all but face to face with the thing, and the fucking thing's murder vines are rising up.
Not again. He's running before he realizes it, charging full speed toward Blondie, and the holstered gun at his side. Vash won't shoot that thing, can't kill it. But Wolfwood doesn't have that problem.
He's not gonna watch it kill Blondie, too.
AS soon as he's close enough, he's gonna grab that gun out from beneath Blondie's coat and empty the whole clip into that thorny fucker's face. Vash can be mad at him all he wants, so long as he's alive enough to be mad. ]
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Not again. He's running before he realizes it, charging full speed toward Blondie, and the holstered gun at his side. Vash won't shoot that thing, can't kill it. But Wolfwood doesn't have that problem.
He's not gonna watch it kill Blondie, too.
AS soon as he's close enough, he's gonna grab that gun out from beneath Blondie's coat and empty the whole clip into that thorny fucker's face. Vash can be mad at him all he wants, so long as he's alive enough to be mad. ]