Random useless guy's point of view
'If God has favorites, he's probably one of them .' I thought after unloading the full magazine of my handgun.
I already saw some men in the past survive a gunshot using an aura, but that was from a thirty-five-meter distance after having more than enough time to prepare themselves. There were also the ones that survived thanks to their sheer luck, but this was different.
After a while, the projectile somehow got spit out of the wound, only for that wound to completely recover in a matter of seconds.
We were still sitting in our van, the engine was turned off, and a couple of friends of mine were simply goofing around in the back with their phones when everything went to shit.
We had to remind some dude the rules of his first match, scare him off a bit, and maybe make him submit.
