Beatrid cursed loudly when the bullet ricocheted off of Rei, though the metallic ting informed her of the reason. Bastard was wearing armor or something, because even the shot to his leg wasn't doing much, even if it had knicked him and his chest. The bullet that glanced off of Rei's hidden gauntlets struck a tree near Beatrid, and she cursed again, flinching in alarm. Well. That complicated things. She'd have to be bloody close to him to get a hit in; his torso seemed protected, but his head wasn't, and neither were his legs. Maybe there were weak points at the parts guarding his torso, but she couldn't see them from here and it would be dangerous to fire on him--the bullets would just bounce off with the possibility of hitting she or Kuro. Not a chance she was willing to take. She had to get closer.
As Kuro launched himself at Rei with the knife that had stabbed him, Beatrid did just that. She crept closer while Rei was distracted, never taking her aim off him. But she didn't fire. Or do anything yet. Kuro had it under control for now, and she let him handle it for the moment while they did their interesting body bending things. There wasn't much time to do much of anything else, anyway, because then Kuro had kicked out Rei's legs, for a second gaining the upper hand. Or...so it looked.
Because that was when Rei leaped back, whipped out those damned gauntlets, and dove toward Kuro. Who looked surprised.
Who wasn't moving.
He was going to get hit. And dead on. The blades would cut right through his middle and that would be it.
If there was one thing about Beatrid, it was that she was loyal. Sure, she may dislike a fellow soldier, but she wasn't about to let them die if she could help it. Regardless of differences and disagreements, they were a team--that was the fact of the matter, and Beatrid took it to heart. Maybe that's why she did what she did. Whatever the case, there was hardly any time to think--there was scarcely time enough to even react, but react Beatrid did. A first impulse might have been to shoot the bastard, but she couldn't chance the bullets glancing off of him, and with the momentum of his body, a shot to the leg wouldn't halt his forward motion. There was only one thing to do.
God, she was going to regret this later, she knew it.
Biting down on her bloody lip hard and tightening her grip on her pistol painfully, Beatrid lunged forward to tackle Kuro forcibly from the side, shoving him down and bracing herself against the pain she knew was going to come. But she wasn't going down without hurting that Rei fucker, too, which was why she fired a shot toward his chest right as she rammed into Kuro. She wouldn't see if it did any damage, though. Not yet. The pain struck a second later, a blinding, cutting agony that swept through her left side as she fell with Kuro, and only her teeth clamping down on her lip kept her from screaming, the sound locked away stubbornly in her throat. Because Beatrid just did not scream. She refused to, even if it was probably stupid, but it was a pride thing. Still, she couldn't keep entirely silent, and a choked, gurgled gasp wracked her which sounded, much to her annoyance, almost like a sob. It was the blood in her mouth, though. That she was certain of.
Or, she would have been certain of that if her head was clear. It took her a few moments to realize she was laying on the ground, agony blossoming outward from her side. Actually...not quite the ground. On second glance...yeah. Great. Kuro was right beneath her, and getting all messy in her blood, too. Fun.
Shit...
With a groan, Beatrid rolled off of him and onto her back, gasping, and turning her head to the side to spit up more annoying blood--damned mouth wounds bled like a stuck pig. Augh...holy fuck, that hurt...and a tentative hand at her side showed her that it wasn't pretty from the feel of it...not that she really wanted to look, because she sure didn't need to--she could feel the blood and split flesh good and well! Shit again...why the hell did she do that? To save the bastard's neck, of course, but...ow...
Grimacing, she attempted to sit up, and found that the most she could do was to roll over onto her uninjured side and prop herself up on an elbow at the moment. Cursing the whole time, she struggled to try and get onto her knees, at least, which was a bit of a struggle one-handedly. One had gripped her side firmly to try and hold herself together, and the other hand, which also held her weapon, she clumsily used to try and pull herself up. "Goddammit...fuck..." she growled between her bloodstained teeth, unable to be any more eloquent than that at the moment, but she kept her grip tight on her pistol. What the hell had she been thinking? Stupid, Beatrid! Fucking stupid! She broke her own damned rule...though...well, granted, when Kuro did it she wouldn't have been hurt badly if he didn't. Kuro...he looked like he'd been about to die. And while she was a bitch but she wasn't callous.