NF22

"You're no friend of ours, traitor." a masculine voice said before something struck his back and sent him crashing into some nearby crates.

Pain roared through his body, a dull ringing in his ears as instincts kicked in and hand him rolling behind cover. Something loud and yet muffled impacted the ground beside him, and it wasn't until the pain started to fade that his hearing came back to him. They said you never heard the gun that shot you… it had been a while since he'd taken a bullet. "Thank you aura," he grunted, touching his back but letting out a breath when his hand came away not covered in blood.