Old Chen rolled over on the ground twice and looked up to see the horrible sight of Eagle Eye's back, mangled and bloody.
He ignored his own face covered in ash and scratches, crawled and rolled over, and rushed forward to lift Eagle Eye's arm.
"Get moving!"
Old Chen shouted, dragging the injured Eagle Eye as they desperately ran across the slippery ground.
They had just thrown themselves into the shadow behind a broken wall.
Whoosh—
Two scorching fire snakes followed closely, scorching the spot where they had just been and leaving it charred.
Eagle Eye, pale as a sheet, leaned against the wall, panting heavily, yet his hawk-like eyes showed no signs of weakness.
He quickly inspected the sniper rifle in his hands, ensuring it was intact before his gaze turned sharp again.
Clearly ready to continue fighting despite the injuries.
Old Chen felt both touched and anxious seeing his comrade fighting so desperately.
He himself was not much better off.
