Ron stood beside me now, and I was vaguely aware that he had his own rifle pointed at me. He said something, but I couldn't understand it. Didn't matter, a Lich was on the loose and I had a dead werewolf in front of me.I was too focused on the target. I had run out of ammo, and I wasn't certain if she was dead. I walked to stand over her and let the rifle swing back on its strap. I couldn't recall slinging the rifle onto my back; I knew I was going into shock and everything was about to get a bit blurry. I had to focus. I had to be certain. I dropped to one knee beside her, and could either reach for my wand to check her vitals, or Draco's pistol with the werewolf ammo. The weight of the pistol was getting a bit too familiar now as I worked the slide to chamber the first round.