"Argh…!!"
Altin's scream terrified me. He jerked violently and dropped the gun he was aiming at my head when he suddenly slumped down to the wooden boards, groaning loudly in pain after he got shot in the right hand and both legs.
Just like thunder struck the silent night, everything happened so abruptly, increasing suspense. I could see Altin's hand was completely wrecked, and the crimson, metallic-scented substance soaking through his trousers was blood.
I snatched his gun and protected him behind my back. Looking around cautiously, I scanned my surroundings to find where the shots came from, yet the minimum lighting in the port made me struggle.
Within a minute, I heard a rumbling noise of footsteps approaching. I watched whoever was coming as the sound was getting louder. When I saw the silhouettes of people, I gripped Altin's gun tightly with both my hands, aiming the muzzle at those figures.
