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Smith backed off, he seemed to have no control of his limbs, they were propelling him backwards so fast he was very afraid he would fall and that would be the end of him.
The Rebels stopped advancing, and brought their guns up to Smith's level.
Smith's heart stopped and his breath caught in his throat. All feeling went. He felt numb all over, he didn't even notice when he almost tripped and fell. His eyes were almost staring at the guns they had, the moonlight gleaming off their black surfaces.
The world slowed down, every movement seemed slow and laborious. A Bullet shot out from one of their guns, but it moved slowly and left its mark in the air, it was as if the whole world had been submersed in Bullet Time.
I could dodge those bullets if it stays like this much longer. He thought, his thinking process seemed rapid and almost frightening in this slow motion moment.
Just as the bullets drew closer, the bullets seemed to break the fragile hold of Bullet Time and they shot towards Smith with their usual rapid speed.
Death would come very soon.
Smith closed his eyes, and just waited. He felt no resistance, or even fear. He did not want to die any more but he would welcome Death, it was an escape he had never really had the luxury of before. A smile began to make it's way on to his lips, but it disappeared just as quick when a force pushed him over so hard that he fell onto the ground clumsily, all of his weight landing on his right arm.
Blinding pain, fiery and consuming, whipped up his arm as he heard his arm break. His consciousness wavered, the world slowly drained of color, leaving it sepia toned. He moved and another shot of pain brought the world back into Technicolor.
He opened his eyes and saw something he couldn't quite comprehend;
Someone was fighting the Rebels.
A tall girl, very familiar was trying to take them all on. To Smith it seemed like a Death Wish, there was at least five of them and one of her. Her blonde hair was flying around her face as she delivered swift kicks and punches, flipped backwards and killed two Rebels with one bullet.
The others looked at each other, and started shooting at her, she moved elegantly yet with speed, and managed only to obtain two bullet wounds to her upper body. She killed the three remaining rebels, and then collapsed onto the floor heavily.
Smith regarded her with shocked, bewildered eyes. She was sitting on the floor, panting heavily and grimacing as she held a steadily bleeding wound on her upper left arm.
Smith tried to get up, but pain whip cracked through him, and he fell heavily back onto the floor. She looked at him from behind her dark, reflective glasses and smiled weakly.
She moved over towards him and knelt at his side.
"You shouldn't try to move this arm, it's broken. I'll splint it as best as I can in a moment, are you okay while I just go find something to splint it with?."
Smith couldn't speak, he was too shocked. Not only that, but this girl, with her hanging around her face, seemed so familiar. He couldn't remember much, the pain was swallowing him.
"Yes, that's fine. Thank you, but who are you and why did you save me?." He croaked, clenching his teeth at the pain throbbing in his arm.
"Shhh. No questions now. You just wait here."
Then she got up, and started away, leaving Smith to marvel and guess and try to find answers amongst the pain.