Piece by piece, bullet by bullet, they were being torn apart.
Time seemed to slow.
Brian's vision tunneled as blood loss and exhaustion caught up with him. His legs were barely functioning, his Aura completely spent, his body held together only by willpower and momentum.
'We're not going to make it.'
The thought arrived with terrible clarity.
'This is it… This is how it ends.'
Then he looked at Damian.
The kid was still shooting, his weapon raised despite having only one functional arm. Blood covered his entire body, his Obsidian Hide in complete tatters, his face pale from blood loss.
But his eyes...
His crimson eyes burned with determination that refused to die.
BANG
Damian fired again, intercepting another round.
KABOOOOOOOM
Then his weapon broke.
The frame simply gave out, damaged from repeated Aura channeling and impact stress. Pieces of metal clattered to the ground, leaving Damian holding nothing but a broken grip.
Brian's chest tightened.
