âIt hurts. Fuck it hurts!â
The scent of gunpowder was heavy in the smoke-filled air. It had been a simple enough mission: go scout out yet another backwoods hellhole and report back. Easy, right?Â
The last thing the sniper had been expecting was an ambush.
A crimson bolt shot through the air, shredding the last of their attackers. The heartless faded away, leaving behind only wisps of darkness. He was breathing heavily, adrenaline still flooding through his veins, and it was several moments before he finally heard the call of a certain redhead.
âCome on⌠Itâs not that bad, Red.â Xigbar retorted, casting a glance over his shoulder at the injured pyro.
⌠Okay, maybe it was that bad.Â