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As he leaned himself up off the ground, he could feel his own pulse in his ears.  His heart was racing and it didn't seem like things were ready to slow down.  As reinforcements his the floor and called upon the meta-inducing drug, Link resigned to the fact that this had only begun and was about to get worse.

It was the flash of light at the end of the thug's gun barrel that sent Like into a state of near catatonia.  A fraction of a second moved like an eternity.  The loud, thunderous cracks of the bullets' combustion quickly stirred him back to reality.

He could see the glowing tip of a billet coming straight for his eye.  he tried to scurry back, but his speed was no match for the projectile's velocity.  With a frightening spark and static sound of electric discharge, Link witnessed the bullet's trajectory get rejected and refracted by none other than his personal protective shield.

Oh thank god, Link mentally exclaimed.  He took advantage of the opportunity to fully push himself to his feet and make a mad dash for cover.  In a single, liquid motion, Link dashed and dove toward the bar, awkwardly landing on the otherside where patrons weren't typically permitted.

He quickly patted his body down, trying to find any bullet holes or wounds.  He appeared to be intact.  As he peaked over the edge, he tried to determine how Talia had fared through the ordeal.