Darkness surrounded the team members on the moonless night, that is till a hail of gunfire lit up the sky and bullets flew at them.

We all are trapped, in what seems to be an alley of some sort, they are expecting me to get them out of this…alive, but I don't think I can, the entrance is blocked, and there is no light anywhere, we are sitting ducks, there are too many of them a man of darkness thought as he shot randomly from where the bullets were raining down on them. Hearing the screams of what he knew to be of his dying teammates his anger was overriding his body. A loud scream came from his lips not from pain or hearing his teammates dying but from frustration and his rage that he held inside, he never stopped firing his gun, he jerked out his backup weapon and kept firing at whatever…whoever was firing down at them. Bullets shot through his body as if he were made of paper, finally he fell to his knees as he shot up at the ones that had trapped him and his team.

I'm sorry he thought knowing his team was more than likely dead, and he was on the verge. Out of the darkness came a large fire bursting towards the heavens, with all hope of getting out of there alive was draining from his body, this stranger came out of nowhere, he was lying on his back now, he tried to raise his head to make out this person but it was no use, all he could make out was two beady green orbs floating together, and then his vision was lost.

(((this is my little sorry attempt at WHR, I DON'T OWN WITCH HUNTER ROBIN)))))) please be kind and R&R