#allfathersent

Elliot knew that it was stupid. Taking a bullet for Bloodhound of all people, really? The heat of the arena must really be getting to him, but in his defense, one of the enemy teams had gotten Gibraltar almost right when the match started and it was just the two of them against everyone else, and Elliot didn't want it to be just himself against everyone else. So when he saw Bangalore behind a crate, weapon ready to take down Bloodhound, Mirage had been quick to rush to his teammate and tackle them, the bullet piercing all the way through his right shoulder.

"Oh damn..." Elliot groaned, picking up his gun with his good arm and starting to shoot in Bangalore's direction. He looked back at Bloodhound as he ducked to reload. "You owe me a drink!"