Gambit tried to blunt the impact slightly, hitting the ground with one hand first and trying to slow their descent, but he didn’t have a lot of time to think, just to act. For the briefest of moments he lay there, lifting his head enough to look into her eyes.
”You saved me.” She said it like she was surprised, like she had expected him to just let her get shot. It was enough to break the spell and kick him into action again, because while he may have saved her, the threat was still present. Swiftly getting off of her, Gambit spun around, one heavy boot quickly disarming the fallen man. With eyes somehow cold as ice yet burning with fire, he crouched down and grabbed the front of them human’s jacket, pulling him up to eye level.
“Dat was a big mistake, homme,” he threatened as the material fisted in his hand began to glow.
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