You gripped the trigger of your sniper, letting a bullet fly towards him, without him knowing. It striked straight in his eye, leaving a trail of inky oil streaked on his cheek. He defeatedly looked at you, narrowing his eyes and retreating as he grumbled, huffing. He could still see a glimpse of you celebrating on the rooftop, putting your arms up in victory.

“Stupid bastard.” He grumbled, kicking his gun as he retreated. If he continued the gunfight, he’d be half blind and distorted.