Inside the room, after Seraphina Sterling fired, she coughed up a mouthful of blood from the force of Ronan Winters's kick. She was certain her injury was nearly as severe as his gunshot wound.
"Impressive! It's been a very, very long time since I've been shot! This pain... it's almost nostalgic." A smile played on Ronan Winters's lips, but his words dripped with murderous intent. It was the first time Seraphina Sterling had seen someone threaten another person with such elegance.
"You brought this on yourself! If you hadn't attacked me, I wouldn't have fired! It's good that you can feel pain. At least it proves you're still alive, not just a walking corpse!" Seraphina Sterling watched him warily, bracing for a sudden attack. 'This man is completely unpredictable!'
"No one who hurts me ever meets a good end!" With that, Ronan Winters drew the pistol from his waistband, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's find out... whose gun is faster, and whose is more accurate!"
