There was no point in living if there was no Gun Devil to kill. Aki was trapped in this place with little over a years worth of life left, what was the point in waiting to die? Maybe when he comes to his senses and isn't so gung-ho on getting his ass handed to him, maybe then, just maybe he could impress her with his willingness?

She didn't know the half of it... "No duh! Put me the fuck down!" Punching her in the small of her back, trying as he could to kick her only to end up grinding his thighs into her strong, firm breast. A sensation he didn't realize he was enjoying as the slight stiffness started to press into her upper chest and shoulder. Honestly now, with so much blood dripping from the split in his forehead, it was a surprise there was still any left for him to get it up!

As she continued to carry him, and from the angle he was held at, Aki grew lightheaded and dizzy. Slumping now and then, only to thrust about a few moments later. It was as if his will to live and fight was stronger than the mild concussion.