Shot by rifles

My hesitation cost me. Fallen rallied, and soldiers opened fire. I spun in the air and spiraled down, and not because I was delivering a heavy hitting attack from the air. An intense pressure caught my arm, and my first thought was that a power had made a black hole open up in my bicep, with the muscle, bone, and skin being sucked into it.

I landed in the mud, the pressure mounting in my arm. I shut off my aura, because I didn't need to draw attention to myself when I didn't know for sure what had happened.

My heart beat, and the beat was hard like a hammer hitting concrete, and between that beat and the next, I felt the first hint of pain and realized what had happened.

Just a normal bullet. I retroactively strung the events together in my head. It had been a burst of fire from something that wasn't a hunting rifle or pistol, three shots, all at once, and Vista hadn't been able to curve the shots away from me. One shot had hit the Wretch, and one had hit me.

- Pitch 6.1