Lance shook his head, "I'm afraid he won't die."
Then, under Alberto's astonished gaze, he ran over there as well.
Sarif took two bullets in the leg. He suspected these shots weren't fired by Rick's men but by his own, because where he was hit couldn't possibly have been reached by the enemy, only from behind.
But discussing this now wouldn't solve anything and might even stir unnecessary trouble, so he's been encouraging everyone to keep resisting; reinforcements are on the way.
There weren't many of his people left, but they'd gotten lucky. The car had crashed into a roadside shop, and they'd rallied some men to hold the position. Even though there were more people on the other side, it wasn't easy for them to break through.
He was feeling a bit anxious; Yalan's gunners were damn ferocious, fighting like they had no regard for their lives.
He feared his men hadn't managed to deal with Rick and worried they wouldn't hold off the gunners outside.
