I tightened my grip on my shotgun as the blade guy in front of me suddenly disappeared from view.
Trusting my instincts that were telling me about something approaching me from the left, I didn't even look as I fired my shotgun in that direction.
There was a gasp of surprise and I turned to see the blade guy leaping away from me, the remnants of his shield in the midst of breaking apart after protecting him from that shot.
He did not have time to rest and leapt away just as Lea's bullet pierced through where he was just a moment ago.
He then reappeared a short distance away and even though his head was covered, I could tell he was quite pissed.
He then disappeared once again and the feeling came from the right this time.
I leapt towards my left and fired my shotgun to the right, only for pain to blossom from my left arm.
I fell to the ground and found a slash wound on my upper arm, blood already pouring out of said wound.
