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Flayed knew he was in trouble. He had only 2 HPs left with him and the next fully loaded Magnum could finish him off. Such were the thoughts which raced through his braincells, which went through huge pain spasms from the 12 wounds he had so far.

Just then, someone's shadow fell across his face. Barely able to open his eyes, he moved his head in that direction.

"I am your savior angel, Flayed," a voice boomed in his ears, as he felt something being stuffed into his HP duffel bag. He tried to open his eyes to have a look at who it was.

"Shh, dont try to move. You are too weak. I have put in 7 of my HPs for you," the voice replied.

Flayed nodded weakly and sighed. The shadow looked around once, and disappeared. Flayed's mind began racing for the identity of the voice owner, and suddenly, realisation came flooding through his thought processes.

Damn, that guy PAUL THE MONK is a real team player, he thought.


CHRONOGRL looked around from where she stood. She was sure she heard shots and voices ahead of her but couldnt make out anyone. She decided to move further ahead and saw a thin trail of blood leading into some bushes. She followed it and came across Flayed, lying sprawled across some bushes. He was quiet and breathing heavily, his patched wounds healing themselves.

Chrono grinned to herself and coughed once. Flayed's head jerked forward in sheer alarm, and Chrono took her Magnum out. Flayed tried to move further away but couldnt even drag himself one inch forward, and merely turned around. Chrono fired blindly, without aim.

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

Three of the bullets tore through Flayed's thighs, two broke through his shoulder plates, while one caught his side. He let out a loud groan of severe pain, as he wrestled to get some HPs out. Somewhere deep inside his mind though, a part of him was silently thanking Paul.


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