Alec fired another shot. The bullet rubbed against the wind, touched the hair of the frozen girl and then made a sound as it pierced through the same pillar,
BANG!
As loud as thunder.
"πυροβολώ!!!" Alec exclaimed from a distance calling for pyrovolo. Shoot.
"Not!" Daphne Tjia again denied, but began to doubt.
"You're not getting out of here until you shoot me. You will starve to death. We're both going to die, Daphne Tjia." Alec uttered his threat steadily as if she wasn't afraid of being picked up by the grim reaper. "Our lives are in your hands."
No choice. Daphne Tjia returned to her position, readying her rifle.
"Συγκεντρώνω!!!" His trainer recited a synkentrono telling her to focus.
The drums seemed to be pounding in Daphne Tjia's chest cavity. Should she just shoot this dictator coach? Do you want revenge? After all, she gave the opportunity to be shot.
