A gleam?
P:”What’s that?”
R:”I can’t tell.”
A blade comes off the leaves.
A short sword scratches my cheek.
I catch the arm holding it.
Too fast!
P:”After that.”
R:”Wait.”
P:”…”
R:”Go.”
I pass before him.
I run after the assailant.
He walks after me.
Aiming at me.
P:”?!”
The same blade comes off another body of leaves.
This one comes out.
Misses me again by an inch.
I kick that leg.
Too fast.
Dodges.
Flips.
I charge, I punch.
A bullet in the leg.
A Scream.
Soft scream.
She tries to flee.
I hold her.
She hits back.
Scraps the skin off my forearm.
She looks at me.
Shocked.
She scratches the opened red skin.
P:”No.
It doesn’t matter.”
I hold her harder.
Her eyes change.
There’s no more aggressiveness.
He aims at her.
She looks at him.
I turn her away from him.
R:”…”
P:”…”
She plants her the tip of her blade in my leg.
An opening.
He shoots.
She falls.
I hold her.
Lifeless.
R:”…”
P:”Why?”