Tw!: brief description of corpses and blood! Oh, and also guns. Just so you know, sista/brotha/siblinga/whateva

Faster, faster... You whispered under your breath, barely audible, as your own feet carried you forward through the grass, your lungs contracting with rapid, shaky breaths. Faster, faster...! The sound echoed in your head as a huge black blade on a chain appeared in your field of vision, whistling past you, miraculously missing, and instead plunging into a tree post you quickly skirted.

The timer had at least a minute left, but even that would have been more than enough time for 1x1x1x1, who, with one jerk of his hand, tore the blade back from the tree by its chain, to finish you off, just like the rest of your teammates earlier.

Your goal was to simply survive the round, since no one would come to help you now. But all your hopes for survival were crashed when, not noticing the lifeless body of one of your dead comrades, you tripped and fell onto the grass.

"Shit...!" You cursed, quickly rolling to a sitting position and preparing to run, but your foot got caught under the protruding root of yet another tree. A rumbling, mocking chuckle errupted from somewhere in the distance as 1x4 switched from his sprint to a stroll, leisurely approaching your stranded form.

A little more and he would be very close, and you really didn't want to find out what would happen when he caught up with you and plunged both poisonous swords into your chest. You looked around in panic, searching for something—anything—that could possibly save you, when your gaze fell on the body of the survivor you'd tripped over earlier. It was Chance, lying motionless, face down, in a pool of his own blood. His famous revolver, the one he'd always bragged about in the lobby, lay next to his cold hand. The idiot seemingly had tried to shoot the killer, but apparently took out his gun a little too late.

You quickly leaned over and picked up the weapon, pointing it at 1x1x1x1 just as he was about to swung the blade on a chain to throw it at you.

You both froze in shock, weapons pointed at each other. 1x4, though, seemed to recover faster and let out a malevolent giggle.

"What, you're going to shoot me? You think one lone bullet will kill me?" He asked, and you you felt blood rush down from your face a little. Seriously, what now? He's not even remotely a human. He'll recover from the fatal shot in the head in just a few seconds, and you still have 40 seconds left to survive until the end of the round.

However, after a few seconds of feverish thoughts, you slightly adjusted your grip on the revolver and pointed it lower, aiming straight at... 1x1x1x1's crotch.

Everything seemed to freeze for the second time. Now it was 1x's turn to go cold, and the mocking smirk vanished his face, replaced by a displeased frown. A shot to the groin wouldn't kill him, of course, but it would cause enough pain to make 1x4 regret his immortality.

"Fuck. Now you just had to ruin everything for me, filthy mortal," The assassin grumbled, slowly lowering the poisonous blade.