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Bora had managed to land on top of William on top of her dog, who continue snapping with force, inching towards his neck. Just as she started to pull the dog off, booming gunshots startled them and both scooted back into the fence. Her eyes, better able to make things out as the smoke from earlier dissipated, noted West had taken the other to the ground, who now seemed to produce smoke on demand. 

This was probably going to be her one chance. She could prove something right now, or she could do it on the whim of caring about a new friend. Perhaps it felt like a little of both. Yanking her startled dog along with her by the leash, slinging her bag back on her shoulder, she rolled over to the toppled West, smoke surrounding the trio in gray haze. She strained to see through tears, but knew she was nearly right on top of West.

TING! Another gunshot pealed off some metal far away. More bullets released. Bora's shoulders jumped, but she plunged forward to where she remembered seeing West, bringing her hands under her armpits and pulling her out of the smoke cloud as if pulling the average bale of hay. "Let's run," she said right next to West's ear, wide eyed, sweat matting her hair, hands shaking, absolutely terrified by the gunfight and wanting to flee like a mouse. She hadn't considered the man still held West's gun, hadn't considered anything except running while having a chance.