I used the back of my palm in wiping the man's blood that was thrown unto my lips. I watched him while he's screaming and covering his face with both hands. My claws have made five, long incised wounds on his skin.
"Ahh, you ruined my face! You monster! Keep shooting her!"
He was screaming his lungs out while blood keeps on gushing out the wound and dropping down the floor. The other men attacked me simultaneously when they were left with no more ammo. One man struck me with his long gun. It would have hit me on my face if I was not able to block it with my right forearm. I heard my bone broke. I almost hold my breath because of the pain, but it's not important by now. I moved my forearm upward counter-clockwise and grabbed the barrel of the gun. I clenched my free hand's fist and punched his stomach. His body thrust in an upward direction and the pressure made him spat out his saliva. Gladly, it skips me and just dropped
