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YOU HAD ALREADY FLEW down to the floor, dodging bullets that came from both sides as you tried your best to rush to cover.
On both sides, people took cover behind what they could, blocking themselves from the numerous and large quantities of fire power.
You had found yourself a hiding place, wincing at the loudness of the room as gunshots echoes from off the walls.
Yells and orders were being sent all over the place, a SWAT team entering into the premises, giving more fire power on your side.
Behind them, came in the rest of your friends, excluding Nobara—who you had presumed to be in a safer place.
Gunshots echoed from above you, coming from the floor above as Ougi's henchmen flew from the upper floor and smashing against the pavement of the warehouse.
"There's snipers shooting our men above!" A Zen'in member yelled, causing your eyebrows to raise.
A body suddenly fell from one of the holes above you, happening to be the male that gave the warning that cars were here.
Blood seeped onto the floor in variants, the crimson flow going down the cracked pavement and towards your bare feet, in which, you managed to dodge.
His face was planted into the ground, his mouth open as his own blood poured from the corners of his mouth and onto the floor.
"Help..." He gurgled. "Help me..please..."
You blinked and felt the need to vomit to your hearts content. But, you shook off the feeling and pinched your lips in a thin line, looking away from his still body.
His hand reached up to you, a sign of pleading.
You ignored it and began looking around, looking for any sign of something to defend yourself amidst the chaos.
You saw as a gun sat on the floor next to him, looking awfully appealing. You grunted as you lifted yourself from off the floor, coming out of your hiding position for a few moments and grabbing the gun in your hand.
A bullet whizzed past your arm, nearly giving you a wound as you successfully dodged and maneuvered your arm away from such a close call.
Your arms felt like jelly and your legs hurt like a bitch, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins diminished the pain and made your senses more aware, allowing you to focus on the task at hand.
Grunts and yells were heard from each side, a few of agony as bullets ricocheted through their bodies and blood spilling out on the floor.
You came around from your hiding spot, aiming the AR towards the opposite side and shooting at several people. You grazed cars and barrels, your aim sucking as your arms couldn't withhold the weight of the weapon.
