Zack didn't move, barely breathing as he stayed hidden, X-ray vision still locked on the scene.
Ambrose's hand hovered near his side, energy crackling faintly around his fingers, ready to jump in — but even he wasn't sure what just happened.
Jake, still crouched behind a broken pillar, whispered under his breath, "No way..."
The man was able to dodge the bullet…again — he was still breathing.
Then, when the seeker tried to fire for the second time — the alarm beeped, signaling that the time was over.
The man exhaled a deep breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding. The others couldn't see his face. From their positions, all they heard was that single shot.
His legs trembled as he tried to push himself up — then, a firm hand gripped his arm and hauled him to his feet.
It was Jake.
"You're something else, you know that?" Jake said with a half-smirk, slinging the man's arm over his shoulders. "Even the god of death seems too scared to take you."
