She slapped at the man while he spoke, and Heathen's hand fell to apply pressure against the wound. It certainly would have been easier to let chubs take the girl. "You ******* shot me. What am I supposed to do about that?!" He hissed. Things were moving quickly. The big guy really only had one good hand, because of the damage the vampire had done, which meant that he couldn't really grab the woman up and keep his gun aimed at the same time. Heathen took a step closer and the gun swung around, pointed towards him. He lifted a dark brow as if to say 'Really?'.
"Consider it the cost of getting involved in my business." The man said. "Learn the lesson and get out of here before you bleed out." The words offered a reasonable option. It really wasn't his business was it? And if someone was coming after her with a firearm, chances were it was a good amount of money the girl had skipped out on paying. In a world of victims and monsters, nobody was really a good guy. Everyone eventually deserved whatever **** they had to deal with.
But that fat asshole had shot him.
He stepped closer. A finger tightened on a trigger. He didn't care. His body swung back a pace from the impact and then he leaped the last of the distance. His hands went for a neck, his knees slamming into a chest to take the other man right down to the ground under him. He'd dropped his knife somewhere along the way. One set of fingers struggled to curl around a neck. He didn't bother to disarm the man, and he continued to squeeze off rounds, though none of them hit Heathen because the big guy's arm jutted away from where their bodies met. His other hand descended with a crunch on a nose. Then it kept falling right over a face with continuous pops, cracks, and smacking sounds.
"Gonna make you uglier than your mama did!"