Corliss tries to pull away from you the moment Ward gives his instructions, but you've got a good grip on her and you manage to keep her rooted to the spot just long enough for Ward to pull the trigger. A large caliber bullet tears a chunk out of Corliss's face and she falls back, snarling. The wound is singed around the edges and you can't help staring as smoke rises in thin wisps from the edges of her disintegrated jaw. The massive hand cannon must be modified to shoot incendiary ammunition—there are few things more deadly to vampires than that other than the direct light of the sun.
Corliss reaches a trembling hand up to her cheek and probes the wound as she tries to keep her balance. Her shirt has come un-tucked, revealing several pieces of metal piercing her skin, scarred over by a wicked-looking burn. She must have gotten the worst of it when the floor collapsed, most likely by design if the explosives were placed to do the most damage to the area directly beneath the podium. So that's why the two of you were able to match her blow-for-blow without much difficulty….
"You'd never have had a chance at this if it weren't for such a cowardly attack!" Corliss hisses. Her words are slurred, like they're coming from the mouth of a drunk.
"I'm sure that was the intention," Ward says. He's stepped closer, gun pointing directly at Corliss with unwavering coldness. "Any last words before I send you off to meet Caine or whatever creator you believe in?"
"Hell with you!" Corliss shouts as she falls back against the wall, gripping it with all her might to prop herself up so she can look her killers in the eyes. She sneers at you. "You don't have it in you, childe!"