Malcolm
The girl's presence didn't even register in his mind, or rather, he didn't note on it. All that existed was that man, the rope and the gun. Nothing else in the universe seemed to matter, and on that moment he stopped smiling.
Malcolm gritted his teeth. That's right, use your monstrous strength and break out. But to do that, you're going to have to hold me. His hand was still in his pocket, and in that split second the monster was flexing, the rope tightened around him and fixed him in place. He had gambled on this as well, the possibility that he would rely on brute force. Now it was confirmed that he had no teleportation ability, so he could only reach him if his path went towards him. His bones screamed in pain, but it was okay. It was perfect.
In a split second the man had become a mighty pillar, and Malcolm was tied to him.
His hand was still in his pocket, with his hands grabbed like this by the rope he didn't have to worry about recoil, even in this position. If he pulled the gun out, that monster might see it coming and dodge, which was why he had bet everything to lure him into this position, this moment. This was just a second, a split second. What would be faster, the rope or his finger? This was a gamble, it was all a gamble. This duel could be the last of his life, thus it would be the best of his life.
His heart stopped as the rope shattered and his finger immediately pressed on the trigger at the same time.
"GAH!" He choked out in a gasp as his stomach was blown to pieces by a mighty blow. The bullet flew out of his pocket, tearing a gash alongside his grazed leg as soon as the kick landed, aiming for the man's kidney as Malcolm was blown away.