Slamming his shoulder against the wall, Rajel hissed as he tried to quell his anger. He shuffled a little closer to the corner, jostling bodies out of the way. No one tried to stop him. A few of them muttered curses, but that was the worst of it. Just ignore the blind man until he became a problem: that was how it always went.
He stuck his hand out to get a better idea of what was going on. For all the good it did him. The enemy was well beyond the range of his spatial awareness. There could be tanks or robots or anything coming toward him from several blocks away, and he would never know until it was too late.
Three hazy figures stood on the east side of Golden Dawn Avenue, aiming their rifles into the sky and unleashing a torrent of bullets. Rajel had no idea what it was they were shoo
