Chapter 1201: Blood already spilled
Hera raised her rifle, only for someone to kick it away. Caught off guard, she let herself get tossed with the rifle. Her body mopped the floor and when her back laid flat on the ground, she grabbed her rifle up and shot the person where the kick came from.
"Shit," she breathed out, holding her rifle over her head to shoot another one that was coming at her. She winced and wiped her forehead, feeling the powdery layer over her face. "Fuck."
She squinted her eyes, rolling to her stomach, and then pushed herself up. Kneeling on one knee, Hera looked around the thick fog. She could see silhouettes of people and sparks from their muzzles. The gunfire harmonized with the shouts and yells around.
"I lost her," she clenched her teeth, trying to see through the fog only to feel frustrated about it. She has had her eyes locked on Florence earlier. However, her minions kept coming at her she had no choice but to look away.
"Miss Hera!"
Suddenly, Hera heard a hurried voice approaching her from the side. Turning her head, she immediately caught Nigel emerge from the thick fog.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his eyes a little shaky while scanning her for any injury.
She would have humored him if not for the situation.
"Where is she?" she inquired under her breath. "You never take your eyes off of her, so where did she go?"