Jin closed his eyes, the lightning around his body long faded, even his med X no longer worked. His body was breaking down.
It was no longer listening to him; the movements felt foreign while the words in his mind continued to tell him numbers, growing increasingly clear.
But it was all futile.
"4.27%"
Said the echoing voice. It could be something else, but this was what Jin heard.
"… Die…" muttered the soldier, pulling the trigger, ready to claim Jin's life, but nothing happened.
The only shot that rang out was from Talon's gun.
The other soldiers began to shoot as well, but the weakened ones trying to get up fell to the ground one by one.
Talon was killing them one after another, their lifeless bodies collapsing while they all gazed at one man—not the one who killed them, but the one who caused their deaths.
Jin.
