[center][h3]π•Άπ–Žπ–†π–—π–† π•Ίπ–˜π–ˆπ–šπ–—π–” // π•Έπ–Žπ–˜π–˜ π•Έπ–šπ–—π–‰π–Šπ–—[/h3] [url=https://youtu.be/XdlkIf27A7g]⊰Come on and twist the knife, let’s make it painful⊱[/url] [h3]//[/h3][/center] Her approach was cut short, unfortunately. Of course, a fucking tripwire. Her eyes locked onto the bundle of grenades to her left, and she leapt to the right to put space between her and the blast. What she realized too late was that her maneuver put her directly in the path of a bullet (β€œToo late,” in this case, means β€œimmediately after she was hit”). With a loud curse, she lost her footing and fell, but she still had the sense to angle herself away from the grenades which were still very much a concern. She managed to shield herself behind a tree when they exploded, and she ignored the ringing in her ears to take stock of her condition. Based on how much it hurt, it was likely a high caliber bullet, but it hit with much less power than expected; the sniper had likely pulled the same ricochet trick they had used to hit Chloe. Not a great situation, but nothing she didn't know how to handle. Miss Murder offered her a shadowy hand that she used to pick herself up. It hurt like a bitch, but she grit her teeth and pushed through it. If this bastard thought they could take her down so easily, they were sorely mistaken.