Protective Shot Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“Hang on Miss Nene!” Jung Kook tried to aim for the tires, but the opponent knew his strategy. They dodged his shots, the Korean bodyguard started to lose his patience as he missed his fourth bullets. Jung Kook was also being aimed at by the shooter on the motorcycle. Jung Kook ducks his head from the incoming bullets.

She turned toward him. “You let me believe you protected me.” “I did protect you.” “For your own gain!” “For survival.” Her eyes filled. “You built my cage and called it protection.” That struck harder than shouting. Damian looked away first. Which shocked Ariana more than anything else tonight. Then suddenly— One of the injured federal officers near the wall moved. Fast. Too fast. A concealed pistol emerged from beneath his body. Roman shouted. Victor turned— But too late. The shot fired. Ariana heard her mother scream.

“You do not get to order me! You never cared about me to begin with! Not once!” Then she raised the gun in my direction and fired. I barely had time to flinch. The guards moved, but they weren’t close enough nor fast enough to intercept the bullets. But Kronos was. He wrapped around me, his movement a blue of speed and instinct. He twisted our bodies to the side, shielding me with his own body. The first bullet missed entirely, flying inches from my shoulder. The next was absorbed into Kronos’s coat sleeve, where the bullet just grazed his flesh.

Without another word, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it toward the right. That flash of white must have caught the shooter’s attention. Two rapid shots struck the front of the vehicle where the shirt had just drifted to the pavement. During those two shots, Atlas rose and steadied his gun on the car's hood. The moment the second shot sounded from the highway, Atlas let off three quick rounds toward the muzzle flash we could both clearly see.

Allison's POV: As Jacob gasped and winced, he arched his chest against me. I looked up immediately and watched his eyes wide open. He wasn't blinking. I couldn't believe my eyes. Jacob was shot. He was shot, in real. I kept looking at him in horror, recalling the incident once again about how he got shot. He actually turned me around, protecting my body with his own, wrapping his muscular arms around me. He did that for me. He saved me from getting shot. Oh my God! He is shot because of me. What did I do? I cried in my heart while struggling to blink my eyes too.

Brock said again when Allen began to amble close to him dangerously. “SHE. IS. NOT. COMING. WITH. YOU.” Allen warned each word punctuated by a stab of his index fingers in the heaving chest of Brock. “I don't care who your boss is, but you should know your job Is to protect. You can do your protecting from behind.” he informed him and Brock's eyes widened a little at his courage before he pulled the restraint on it. “What if she gets shot?” Brock asked. “My car is bullet proof so she is as safe as she could ever be.” he informed Brock who nodded in submission.

Allen murmured. "I told you not to say that," Andrew retorted. He hates it when Allen says things like that. He knows Allen will do the same thing for him and he doesn’t need his gratitude for doing things a best friend will normally do. Allen shifted his body to face Andrew. He then stared at his green eyes. "When I grow up... I swear, I’ll protect you, Andrew." Andrew laughed in disbelief at his best friend’s sudden pledge. "Protect me from what?" he asked as he guffawed.

Protective. April looked up at him.

she replied "So before you start with anything, it's gonna be your first time so you should take note of this, the sound of the gunshot could really be loud, so I suggest you Protect yourself with earplugs and safety goggles. Safety goggles will protect the eyes from flying shells, hot gasses and lead particles that are ejected” he explained and went to get her a headphone and googles “Remember to always stay aware of your surroundings when you're shooting a gun” he added " Noted” she smiled and wore the headphones on. Aurelio wore the googles on her and smiled.

But thanks to Micah, I was able to survive. “Thank you.” Micah tilted her head and had a confused expression. She pointed at herself and asked, “You’re thanking me?” I nodded my head, and she rubbed her cheek. “I don’t know what for, but you’re welcome. I guess?” As I looked out of the window. I saw a black SUV parking in the lot. Then saw two familiar people. A guy with pink-colored hair stuck his head out and was punched by Wayne on the head. I suppressed my laughter as I didn’t want to look dumb as other classmates entered the classroom. But what are they both doing there?