"You won't be throwing me into a volcano."
Daniel spoke up as he was tossed off David's shoulder to the rock-strewn trail.
Quartermaster had his shotgun attachment raised and ready.
There was a second's hesitation.
Daniel rolled to a standing position.
Quartermaster did not fire, he just kept the weapon trained.
David produced a blade from his boot, flinging it straight into Daniel's chest.
With 6 inches of steel penetrating one of his lungs, Daniel somehow remained on his feet.
Quartermaster fired both barrels.
Buckshot makes a terrible hole on the way out and David actually saw straight through Daniel as he finally fell.
Quartermaster ejected the spent shells, fishing in his pocket for some more.
"I…said you won't be throwing me into a volcano."
Despite his serious injuries, Daniel spoke.
He rolled to his knees, something that should not have been possible at all.
David landed a brutal kick that snapped Daniel's head back at an unsurvivable angle.
Daniel was still breathing and conscious.
What was it going to take?