A little MORE drabble that came to me. It's a bit angsty, but that's okay... right?

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Disclaimer: I dO nOt OwN wItCh HuNtEr RoBiN. Hey look! I'm bitypical! That's basically the same as bilingual, right?

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Amon lay sprawled across the floor, bleeding and wounded. Robin stood above him, using her craft to try and fight the wave of oncoming enemies, but she couldn't hold them back for long. Amon slowly pushed himself up shakily from the blood-stained ground. Robin spun around and abandoned her vain attempt to shield herself and Amon and ran to him for support.

"Amon!" She yelled. She grabbed his arm as he began to fall again. "No, Amon! You're too wounded to fight, Amon! I'll handle it!" He pulled himself up again and looked straight into her eyes with unbelievable power for someone as wounded as him.

Hear eyes stung as they teared up. He knew he couldn't make it. She knew he couldn't make it. But there he stood, pushing Robin behind him for protection. He pulled out his orbo gun, never even wincing with pain, and his eyes stayed focus and concentrated. Robin looked up at him, her eyes begging him to stay down, to recuperate, or whatever he needed to do. But he stood unmoving, until... He pulled the trigger. Once. Twice. Again and again. Each shot disappeared into the shadows without a scream of agony or wail of pain. Just the sudden and ear-shattering blast of the bullet. Amon and Robin stood on alert for any sign of reaction from the witch. Nothing.

BANG

Amon staggered back clutching his shoulder. Robin turned every which way to try and spot the attacker. Nothing. Just the consuming blackness around the two hunters.

BANG

Amon yelled as he fell back, holding his now bleeding stomach. Robin gasped and fell to his side, inspecting his newly acquired wounds. She stared at his eyes, seeing him attempt the strong and stoic looked he always portrayed but brief flashes of pain showed Robin all she needed to know. A cold and spine-tingling laugh echoed through her ears.

"Oh, what a fickle scene. It's pitiful, Robin Sena, your circumstances. I know I can't hurt you... but you can." A shadowy figure hovered above the pair, juggling tiny bullets that shown green with orbo.

"I don't know what you mean." Robin choked, trying to sound strong, but impressively failing. She was scared, and it showed.

"You will." It sneered. The same harsh laugh reverberated around the room, encasing Robin in helplessness. The figure pulled it's arm back and shot it forwards at alarming speed, sending a bullet straight towards Robin's head. She had no time to react. She could only close her eyes and await the inevitable pain she knew she would soon feel. For a moment, nothing came, so she opened her eyes to see what had happened. The orbo bullet floated directly in front of her face between her eyes. It was almost as if time had stopped. And then...

"Just kidding!"

The bullet flew and...

Went through her? Robin felt nothing, but a cold wind sweep through her brain where the bullet should have been. She jumped and turned to see where the bullet had disappeared to. And there it was: flying in slow motion to Amon who lay helpless on the concrete floor.

"Amon!" She shrieked. Her laid her hand on his chest, the bullets target, hoping it would be enough to block to shot. And time sped up again. The bullet flew right through Robin's hand, the same cold drift, and impaled Amon's slowly breathing form.

The cold laughter, Amon's jerking body, Robin's endless tears. It was too much for her. She fell onto Amon's chest, sobbing. Her face, hands, covered with his blood.

"Robin..." Amon shook violently as he raised his head up to talk to her.

"No, Amon! Amon, please. Lay down."

"Robin... I... I love you. I'm sorry..." He stroked her face softly with his hand and she held it close to her cheek. Her hair had long fallen out of her signature handle bar style and framed her tear-stained and blood soaked face.

"Amon... Amon, I love you too." He passed his gradually freezing hands over her face and she cried over them.

"I'm... Sorry I never told you..." And his hand fell, cold and lifeless.

"No... No Amon!" Robin laid down on his chest and sobbed. Sobbed until the darkness took over her and the stench of blood consumed her.

"I love you Amon... I love you..."