[Donald's perspective]
Berton was somewhat hysterical as he shouted. I squinted dangerously at him and didn't think he had any chance of turning defeat into victory!
'Bang!'
As I spoke, I fired a shot at his right shoulder without hesitation, "Consider this shot a compensation for little Lisa. You crazy old man don't deserve to be her father."
Berton, as if he hadn't expected me to actually shoot, let out a muffled grunt as he took the bullet, and blood quickly pooled from near his right shoulder that was close to the ground.
This time he truly cried out in pain, much more genuine than his earlier acting.
