Bullets tore through the air around me, streaking past in a symphony of death, each one screaming toward me with lethal intent. Ayuru flashed, cutting through the storm with razor-sharp precision, slicing the incoming rounds before they could reach me. My body moved in sync with my blade, an unbroken rhythm of slashes and sidesteps, narrowly avoiding those I couldn't cut in time. Every bullet I intercepted shattered into useless fragments, raining down like metallic dust, but the onslaught was relentless.
They didn't need to advance. Why should they? Their firepower surrounded me, pressing in from every direction, a steel tempest determined to rip me apart. Their bullets fell like torrential rain, an unending barrage that left no room for escape. Every second was a battle to survive, every movement a split-second decision between cutting or dodging.
