The wolf that hits the ground gags and chokes on blood, clawing at the arrow in his neck, and Ellie immediately scoots back and out of range, because she's a sitting duck if the see where she is, and decide to drag her out.

Thankfully, Clarisse expertly chooses that moment to split their attention, and the gunshots have them ducking. One buckles and heavily hits the ground, where Ellie glimpses a skull going to pieces.

The second two shots is a shriek of pain and a heavy stagger, and the man's gun hits the ground and goes skittering.

"Fuck, fuck..."

Ellie can see the bulk of him, cringing on the ground, desperately trying to crawl back from Clarisse as she scoots her way out from under the car.

"Stop. Oh God, please don't-"

Fear floods Ellie's senses, the adrenaline of knowing how this goes. Does Clarisse?

She gets up, heading around the corner of the truck, swapping her bow for her handgun.