[𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃]

*Suddenly one of the teammates came and shoot her back. The team tells him.* God you are slow to shoot.

*watches you fall, something shattering in his expression* NO! *whirls on the teammate, weapon raised with deadly intent*

*She clutches her shoulder, blood seeping through her fingers* Martin... it hurts... *her voice barely a whisper*