Chapter 12 - Balance Artist Credit: @tethhendz1 - Discord - Artist of Studio Blissika @maplesyrup5973 - Discord - Artist of Studio Blissika

@awhaleable - Discord - Artist of Studio Blissika

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Promptly, as soon as he found balance, his feet tripped vivaciously which swung himself backwards. "UGH!!" He yelled out while feeling his leg get excessively stretched from the strange gravity situation he found himself because of the suit. He was dangling, mid air and his foot was the pin. He realized how foolish he was to think that he could kill them, because the chances of him getting killed was way more prominent. He tried breathing but the fog in his helmet prevented him from seeing anything, his eyes were imprisoned with two black and white filters, one of his own and the helmets'. 

BANG! 

He felt a big metal projectile explode in his face.
The sound echoed in his ears, and the superficial gray filter he saw was no more. He saw shattered glass raining on top of him, and a sudden pain in his jaw. His leg was practically holding everything attached alive, and every second he felt a deeper and more painful crack.

A platinum dirty hair woman ran in his direction.

"HIYAA! TRIANGULO SERVIOS!" She exclaimed, pressing the triangle in the middle of her suit and immediately floating in the air. It was clear as a bell that she was not a newbie. She twisted and turned in the air, whilst unsheathing her sword. But before she can make the final cut, a metal projectile blasted through her suit and sent her spiraling down faster than Lucifer. Blood trickled down her broken spectacles. She was dead.

Blake could feel the atmosphere of panic build up within seconds. People were screaming, and calling their families, people were running away trying to find an exit. Dangling in the air, he might as well accept his death, he thought. At the corner of his eye he could see the distant bullet flashing into his range. He closed his eyes and opened them.

The bullet was near his very eyes. He let go of his leg, and felt himself drop until he heard a loud BANG!

At first, he could only see a white shadow. But after two seconds, he saw where the bang was from. Those seconds seemed like it was happening in slow motion. The blurriness was estranged, the colors mixing together into a generous gray. He found himself clouded into imagination, until everything stopped moving. Then the sound of a pistol reloading and texture of metal on his forehead.
Blake opened his eyes abruptly, the light slowly fading out. The person was holding Blake with one hand, and the other a glock with a silencer at his head.
"Tell me why you want to live." said the light shadow angel with a shotgun.