NO! Azrael!" Rivana screamed, panic surging through her veins as she patted Azrael's cheeks, trying to wake him up. Her hands were stained with his blood from the gunshot, soaking his entire back red. She kept patting his cheeks, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
Men wearing all black rushed inside at the sound of someone screaming near the rink. They had all been waiting outside for orders since their master wanted privacy, but who knew the staff hadn't been thoroughly checked.
The head of the team aimed right at the man's wrist. The bullet passed through his flesh, causing the gun to fall from his hand. The assailant looked around, feeling the men closing in, and decided to run, but bullets fired in his way one by one. The team smartly targeted his legs, one bullet through each, so he could fall down without dying.
