RUN AWAY, RUN FAST AND RUN FAR!
FO REALZ THIS TIME.
Voices? What do you mean voices plur- CONTACT! Get to cover and avoid both of 'em!
They are fighting over me. How cute. Hide. Run and Hide. This is in no way something I want to be apart of.
Sharpshooter! Get behind cover! Hostile intent confirmed! Call reinforcements and retreat!Isolde ducked behind a bench and moved a potted plant in front of that, it was the best cover she could get.
Ok. Think clearly about this. What are these two men like? What do you now know about them?
The man in oriental clothing is not human: moves inhumanly fast, able to sense a bullet being fired and deliberately dodge it. Also, he uses close range weapons. Letting him close enough to touch equals game over.
Other guy: has a gun, seems to be after you too. The first shot was obviously a warning shot. He is trying to avoid killing Sarmac. . . . whatever his name is. Avoid him too. Isolde didn't have the slightest clue what was happening, but it seemed that the two were against each other, the one the other had called Sarac seemed perfectly calm and unperturbed, the other was on the anxious side and seemed to be focusing his attention on Sarac.
She peeked out to see what was happening. The man with the rifle was now standing up, and his rifle was now, instead of a sniper rifle, an assault rifle which he was spraying bullets toward Sarac, who jumped up into the air, twisting and somehow dodged them all. The man swore and grabbing the guard rail, flipped himself over it, while he was in the air the air around his rifle distorted and it morphed into a glock from which he fired a single shot before hitting the ground and rolling towards Isolde. Without missing a beat he shoved his hand into the ground like it was made of mud and quickly made four strokes, carving a triangle with a line coming straight out of it into the ground. Immediately there sprung up a glowing wall of pinkish light from the tip of the line, Sarac who had been following the man's path through the air landed on it and immediately sunk his dagger into it trying to carve a hole while yelling angrily.
The man turned around to Isolde
"Isolde," He said his face anxious, "You have to let me kill you."
I might not be able to update as frequently until the sixteenth due to unforseen, but unimportant circumstances, updates will be coming, but don't be surprised if I suddenly stop, or my grammar becomes horrible due to having to use an iPad.