Darkness shrouded Dib as he arrived home. He was tired.
"Gaz? Gir? I—"
He tumbled uselessly to the ground. Everything was black.
He held his knee, and looked up.
"No freaking way."
A pale skinned girl was holding a gun to another persons head. His skin was a light shade of green, and his red eyes where narrowed in rage. Wait. She wasn't holding the gun, he was, and—
And the trigger was
pulled.
She ducked, half shoved by Dib, who had realized just
then he'd tripped over the lifeless corpse of GIR.
Zim growled angrily. This was taking longer than he'd thought. Kicked Gaz, he shot her in the side of the arm.
She lay on the floor, staggering to breathe.
Then she stopped moving.
"Gaz!"
Zim
looked at Dib, flames in his magenta eyes.
"Dib."
The gun
clicked into place. A human gun. Where had he—
He paused. It didn't matter.
A bullet came into Dibs view, growing larger as it approached him.
Then it hit something and halted.
"Carus Senior , servo him. Mihi. Is lies in nex umbra. Servo him , parco suus vita , quod si vos must take mei. EGO lasesco illae letalis locus. Commodo sheild him sic is may ago sub vestri pennae." Gaz chanted holding out her bleeding arm.
"EGO to order thy vulnus ut exsisto vigoratus , quod thy cruor futurus parco."
A light blue … … … shield glistened around Dib. The power was deflecting Zims shots.
And one grazed his arm. He cried out in pain.
"You haven't won, dib monster!" He warned angrily. "You haven't. Won."
Zim disappeared from view.