Recluse didn't make it much farther across the room than Raine, although not by any conscious decision-- His leg finally refused to support his weight. He tried to stand, but the thing shook uncontrollably under him at the half-hearted attempt. He pulled himself up against the nearest piece of furniture and sat. There wasn’t much else he could do at the moment. He was still half-blinded by the light, anyway.

His makeshift bandages had soaked through quite thoroughly, and there was more still coming through. All the movement had kept it open and bleeding this whole time. It wasn't enough to cause more than a little light headedness, but... He was so unforgivably weak in this place. A gun causing so much damage to him? It was almost unthinkable. Up until yesterday, the bullet would have simply flattened as it hit his skin, leaving him unhurt.

More than anything, he was furious at himself for being such a fool. Allowing his attention to wander when things had seemed safe, wasting any chances for attack and making such a humiliating scene when that light--sunlight?!--had hit his eyes.

The gun was out of the hands of the attacker, in any case. But now there wasn’t a chance of him getting the damn thing, either. He’d just have to try to get some knives…

…If he could get up. Recluse swore colorfully through whatever languages came to mind first as his adrenaline started to leave him for some quality time with the wound in his leg. He focused on the pain, trying to get the better of it. Dignity was already a lost cause, but damned if he was going to let a minor problem like this stop him from getting something done.

He just hoped those still fully functional would do the sensible thing and kill that boy.