"You're kidding, right?" Lucy asked, coughing out a laugh, chin lifting almost defiantly. It was a tricky thing, separating emotion from logic, but despite the bodies of her brother littered over the ground, she was focusing as hard as she could on the second, and that told her only one thing. "This isn't real. It can't be. Anything I do here... It doesn't count. We just have to get out of here. So yeah, it absolutely is worth it." After all, this was like losing Max over and over and over again. She wasn't just going to stand back and watch anything happen to Ishiah, the closest thing she had to family, too.

So she held her ground as the men ran towards her, gun still raised; she, for one, would have thought that it looked threatening. Surprisingly, it wasn't unsettling at all, the part of her that remained convinced that all of this was just some island trick keeping her from taking the weapon in her hands too seriously. As such, it was with no hesitation whatsoever that she pulled the trigger, at close enough range that there was no way she could miss; the kickback sent her stumbling backwards, but not so off-kilter that she couldn't do the same again, taking out any possible threat.

"And there's plenty more where that came from," she ground out through clenched teeth. There were any number of Maxes around, and each one of them was armed.