The sound of the gunfire roared on. Sparks flew as bullets ricocheted off the furniture and the steel-reinforced walls. The guards, though they were outnumbered, fought with desperate resolve to protect their master.
I crouched low, shielding Ethan's body with my own, the incision on his wrist still dripping with dark, tainted blood.
I whispered, "Stay with me, Ethan. Just hold on."
Finally, the intruders’ shouts became fewer. One by one, they fell to Magnus and the remaining guards. The last of the attackers was a wiry man with a scar on his face. He threw down his weapon and bolted for the door.
"Take him alive!" Magnus said.
But the man didn’t make it far. He was shot down by the guards just feet from the exit.
Magnus wiped blood from his forehead, he surveyed the c*****e.
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