Your Elliot

Chance loaded his flintlock before pulling the trigger, but instead of shooting the killer, it malfunctioned and shot back at him, sending him into 46 hp. He cursed under his breath, hiding behind a wall before the killer could see him before flipping his coin again for another shot on his gun— that was until he was suddenly picked up by the waist, someone was helping him stand up— and that someone was Elliot, the team healer.. who seemed a bit annoyed with Chances arrogance

“Oh! Hey,kid! Care to hand me a pizza?”

He asked, as if he wasn’t just standing with a bullet through his abdomen