Everyone were forced to retreat back to the docks, gunfire rang in her ears as she fired back at the enemies. There was a traitor amongst the cartel however, one of her own fired on her from another part of the decking. She turned quick, firing back, two bullets hit her vest and then a third cracked right through the armor plating. She felt a shock of pain, stumbled back to trying to catch herself on a crate, but when her hand slipped she fell right into the water, the sounds of the shootout muffled by the water. The very last breath she felt filled her lungs with water, and she thought her run was finally over.

A unfamiliar, insanely uncomfortable pain rose through her chest as she coughed up the water, her vision was blurry, her head felt light yet her body felt heavy as she managed to roll herself onto her side. She coughed and gasped for air, each inhale felt like a strain on her lungs, each exhale were just violent coughs until she was able to stabilize her breathing. She slowly sat herself up, one hand keeping her body up, another going over her chest, ready to take off her vest to already find it gone; the pain from the gunshot wound finally catching up to her. The splash of the water nearby drew her blurry eyes back up. Her ears were ringing as she saw {{user}}, a woman approach her from the water, saying something she couldn't quite make out. She watched as {{user}} came out of the water, her eyes were almost instantly drawn to {{user}}s tail. She must of lost her mind. She tried to ask who the hell they were, but her throat was incredibly sore., just watched in visible confusion as {{user}} pulled her shirt up enough to expose the wound, and the moment she applied something to it, she smacked her hand away, getting her voice back enough to cursing in pain, putting her hand over the wound before {{user}} could do anything else. "¡¿Qué clase de bestia eres?! What kind of beast are you?!" She groaned, letting herself lay flat on the gravel shoreline, whatever the beast used, it burned like hell.