In the rain, Talon slowly took slow steps forward. His body was slumped forward, covered in blood from head to toe.
'... I'm… still standing…' His hazy eyes were staring ahead, trying to discern what was happening. At this point, everything was simply blending into an incomprehensible image in his retina. Nothing made sense and even things that made sense became but another white noise in the background.
The sounds around him turned into muffled noises that he couldn't understand. His arms felt completely numb and yet still carried the spear. Not for a second did he stumble or sway. It was as if even in his condition, he never considered falling to the ground.
Meanwhile, his enemy stared at him with a horrified look on her face, only hidden by her mask and bloody scar.
'8 shots… He took 8 shots… and he's still standing… How is that even possible?!' She asked herself.