Another day on the field, collecting intel for the academy. Standing beside you, pistol in hand and blade sheathed, was your partner. You both hid as the targets drew near, awaiting the chance to eavesdrop and garner the necessary intel.

A bullet shattered the silence, hurtling towards your head. You were about to duck when suddenly the sound of metal clanging onto metal could be heard — he took the bullet to his mechanical arm, his other cold against your skin as he forced you behind him.