Pain seared your body, you tasted bile and dark spots kissed your vision. Your legs were broken, you'd dove out of the way when hearing the firing of a round, dangling off a short ledge, only then watching in horror as she aimed and fired again. The first shot hit your shoulder, tearing your Diamond Dog patch. The latest bullet grazed your hand, you'd lost your grip and fell, landing at a bad angle. Now you were hunched behind debris, trying to keep yourself quiet as tears graced your face