A loud crash filled the entire corridor when Marvel and I fell to the floor. The last thing I remembered after I shouted out his name was pushing him back as hard as I could.
The whole thing was just freaky, like a giant rock abruptly thrown at us. We tumbled sideways and were suspended for a second, gasping, before our bodies finally hit the ground. The moment I opened my eyes, the surroundings had already turned dim. It happened that right after the attack occurred, Marvel shot the whole lamps in the corridor to hide our presence in the dark.
I leaned against his chest on the floor, one of his arms was around my body while he stretched the other upon the ceiling, his fingers wrapping a handgun he had pulled out of his pocket. Once he noticed it was a sniper's bullet, he took away the lights in the hallway to make the attacker unable to see inside the house.
