Last Resort

"Flora! Behind!" Adrian's voice cuts through the menaces from the spattered sounds of gunshot to the thunderous explosion of shells.

In a just-in-time reflex, she wheeled around to be able to crouch from that bullet as it whipped around her shoulder; buckling and started going down with hardly any more time when suddenly Adrian got him behind the ruin, exhaled breathing so hoarse:

"Damn it, Adrian," she spat, clutching her bleeding shoulder with one hand, trying to steady ...