Your head hurts, there's blood dripping down the side of your face, your ears are ringing too - everything is a little blurry apart from the man standing a few metres from you with a crossbow aimed at your face. You're holding your pistol steady, pointed at him. Dixon's eyes are narrowed, his hands are steady despite the bullet wound in his arm, his voice is rough. You pull that trigger I'ma put an arrow in your skull.