Metal clattered against the stone as the a battered gunblade slid across the ground to rest against a crumbled wall, it was bloody and dull. The wielder was farther away and staggering,struggling to stay on his feet as blood trickled down his forehead and into his eyes. Blinding him.
Leon couldn't see the enemy very well, everything was a bloodied blur no matter how much he tried to clear away the blood. He knew that he would not last much longer against this thing. The only thing he could do was try to run, he scrambled to get away just as he heard the sound of gunfire, the pain that exploded across his lower legs was blinding him worse then the blood in his eyes. He was thrown to the ground with a cry he didn't hear from the screaming in his head. Everything was fading away with the darkness at the edge of his vision, blood loss…pain…it was all making it hard to stay awake.
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch
He could faintly hear the sound of boots across the ground, the clicking of the gun being reloaded but he couldn't move. Maybe this was how it was supposed to end, his blood shed for the blood he had spilled. His last breath for those he had taken away.
A hard kick was delivered to his shoulder tossing him onto his back, gasping as he was laying in the blood puddling under him. Barely able to open his eyes he tried to focus on who was above him but all he could see was the muzzle of a gun.
This was it…he had lost.
Eyes closed before he took a deep breath…
Accepting his loss.
