Unsuur felt his fingers fumble the bullets into his pistol as his head lifted to look across the battlefield at the person who shot at him.
And there was that sickening feeling of looking death in the eye; only the eyes he looked into were that of Logan.
He hesitated.
There was a fire in Logan's eyes, a madness that Unsuur thought he'd forgotten along with his past, a past that conflicted with being a member of the Civil Corps.
He hesitated and almost didn't dodge the next bullet that flew past his head.
