The Mocus did not seem to resign even though its movements had become slower, but for Nikael that advantage was enough.
Bang! Mocus's knee hit the ground.
The furniture and mannequins were getting in the way of the Mocus's slow, clumsy movements.
Bang! Mocus's other knee touched the ground.
-Waaa...iiiit (Wait) - Mocus tried to murmur.
Nikael decided to ignore him, went for his bag, reloaded the revolver.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four shots and one of the Mocus's arms was left hanging by a thin thread of flesh.
Nikael reloaded as quickly as he could and shot four more times at the other arm that had detached itself from the Mocus's body.
Due to the pain, the loss of blood, Mocus fell face-first to the ground. Nikael went for his bag, took out two bottles of salicylic alcohol and poured them on the creature's spine, then poured two small bags of salt, waited less than five minutes observing the surroundings through the window, approached the Mocus and asked him with a calm attitude:
-A human killed one of you, right?
-Thaaa...aat's riiii...iiight (that's right). Mocus responded.
-Now you will die, I know that the others will know, but I want you to know, unlike you, we do not have telepathy, our actions are independent. I don't know if you attacked me out of spite or because I'm your prey, but if it was the former, you should know that I won't sit back if you attack me.
When the Mocus saw that Nikael was reloading the object with which he was injured, he tried to beg.
-Waaaa...iiit dooo..oon't kiiiii...iill mmme...eeee (wait, don't kill me).
-I have to set the example. -Nikael said with a firm voice.
Nikael pointed the revolver right at the area where the Mocus was covered in salt and salicylic alcohol.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!