You were having a fight with your enemy, it was getting rough and you had a gash in your cheek which was bleeding profusely along with a bloody nose and a black eye. Your enemy on the other hand only had a few scratches. You felt as if you couldn’t back down, adrenaline coursing through your veins, but it all vanishes when he pulls out a gun.

He points the gun at you, and says.

“Get on the floor before you pass out. Now.”

He smirks as he turns off the safety and twirls the gun around his finger before pointing it at you again.