[center][h3][color=fff79a]Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka[/color][/h3][/center] 

Chloe heard a gunshot, but it wasn't what she was expecting. A single gunshot? Where they really only up against one person? Unfortunately for the young brit, she couldn't see where the bullet was coming from through the smoke, and even if she did it was at such a bizarre angle there was no way she could block it with Ritz.

That was why her sprint was ended prematurely as a bullet entered her right shoulder and exploded out the other end, a violent spray of crimson splashing across the grass.[color=fff79a] [i]"UOAH!"[/i][/color] Chloe cried out in pain as she span from the impact, tripping over her boots. She hit the ground hard and her sten gun scattered in the grass. Ritz looked back at her user, the surprise plain on her helmeted face, and dashed over to protect her.

Chloe was face up, limbs sprawled, her left hand on her shoulder. The blood was painting her white crop top red, but a vast majority of the blood was pooling into a muddy puddle beneath her via the cavernous exit wound of the high caliber bullet.

[color=fff79a]"[i]Ooohh[/i]...[i]oooohh[/i]...shit...damn it..."[/color] Chloe groaned and then gasped for breathe. She had never been shot before. She had only been on the field for two bloody minutes. It really fucking hurt, and now she had to go home if she got out of this alive. How humiliating. Chloe giggled pitifully at her misfortune through her gritted teeth as frustrated, pained tears began to fall down her face. 

Ritz loomed over her fallen form and eventually hoisted her by the armpits, causing the brit to cry out again. But she had to get to better cover. There was a tree nearby and Chloe was dragged towards it. There was a startling amount of blood that trailed behind her from the pool that was being formed underneath her. Propped up against a tree she leaned forward and let Ritz apply pressure to the exit wound, though the blood flow continued. The agent was breathing heavily, sweat drenching her pain-twisted face, and somehow the smile never left her lips, because if anyone could see the humor in the situation it was the person who just got shot. Just her fucking luck! 

Puttin' on the Ritz was still emitting a smoke screen but it was clear to everyone that it didn't do anything.