Clementine's first surprise was when there was a second [stun] grenade going off behind her, porbably giving Trench a bit of a hard time providing any support for the near-future, followed by another one going off between where she'd thrown her's and herself... in what could have nearly been a friendly-fire incident had she not been seeking cover already... she'd have to make a note with Kiss-Shot about using explosives near allies without their permission...

The team's automatic-rifleman was busy trying to regain control of her breathing so she could continue laying good suppressive fire, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_2D8Eo15wE]taking a concious effort to breath to the rythmn of a song[/url], which she picked because she liked it for various reasons [heavy bass, simple, faster tempo than others] which also served to help calm her down and focus on moving faster.

In hindisght, it still probably wouldn't have done her much good even had Kiss-Shot yelled at her to seek cover... being hard of hearing for a large chunk of her life caused her to seek out subtler cues than audiable reprimands... it was then she finally noticed a series of rapid twitches of movement from above and her eyes went wide in horror as her feet dug into the ground to get a bit more speed, her gun went up, but just a little too slow...

Nearly out from between the two frying pans, only to end up in the grease-firefight, she caught an arrow in the leg and went down in short-order as she sprayed a few rounds to keep anyone from getting gutsy enough to make a follow-up shot. The pain had completely messed up the rythmn in her breathing, wich was now considerably more erratic... couldn't be helped, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MP2FsiG4utA]she just had to roll with it.[/url]

Speaking of rolling, she took cover by rolling into a supine position under a large control panel just as everything around her started to explode, courtessy of Kiss-Shot apparently leaving her for dead already as she jabbed a medical-stim into her affected thigh.

[color=c4df9b]"WaRn me nExt timE yoU puLl a stUnt like tHat...."[/color] She stammered, still not quite settled as she tried at least maintaining a good firing position from her point before continuing, [color=c4df9b][i]"I'm hit."[/i][/color] She added, this time forgetting to stress any of her syllables to hide her accent... although that could just have been the in-game morphine.