Deforreth fell, knocking his head on the ground. Corinne looked on, lowering her weapon with a cheeky smile on her face.
"That's what you get for being a traitor."
"Over there!" It was a cry from beyond where Deforreth had been. "Looks like they had been trying to block it. Too late now!"
The enemy was here. Corinne exhaled deeply, wondering what she should do. She reached down and grabbed Deforreth by the collar, pulling him up. She slapped him hard in the face before she dragged him under cover, doubting whether she should actually help this man.
"Wake up!" she hissed into his ear, slapping him again.
"Ugh." Deforreth was alive. Just.
"Good. Now you are going to tell me what you were doing."
Her face was directly above his, her breath warm against his cheek. His head jerked up, smashing into her, knocking her away from him.
"You shot me." he mumbled, barely able to speak.
"Argh. What are you hiding?" she growled, nursing her head.
"I was trying to save us. Trying to stop them getting in. And you stopped me."
She was shocked. "If it hadn't been for me, you'd have been out there doing your work and they would have killed you. So you better thank me for saving your life." She spat the words out, resenting the fact that she had saved him. He had kept something from them all, he had helped the enemy get in.
She should just kill him now but she needed his help getting out of that alive.
She turned to face him - he was lying on the floor, unresponsive.