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Phantom was about to answer Edwards right when a green armband appeared. This time it was a woman and she seemed to be pretty injured herself. Despite her injuries being lighter than that of Phantom's, he nodded when she tried to say hospital. It's safe to say that the two can be of use to him, especially now due to his wound. Phantom felt his muscles lighten, the feeling of desensitization hitting him quite hard. The blood loss from his wound is becoming a very apparent issue that needed fixing.

"I agree. The hospital is our best bet, especially now that you're here," Phantom said, motioning towards the woman, "Because we have got to fix that pretty face of yours."

Phantom looked back towards Edwards to answer his new question.

"Yeah, of course, we need to work together now more than ever," he said as his left hand extended the glock to Edwards. Phantom went to unclip his holster t-

A sudden and sharp pain lashed across Phantom's head as a bullet slid across the right side of his head. The material of the mask ripped into his skin as blood crawled out. He could tell that the wound on his head wouldn't be serious like his abdomen, but it would not matter since the force made him lose his balance, causing him to fall forward to the floor. He stopped himself from crashing into the street face first by using his left arm for cushioning. Phantom knew what had happened, it was the sniper friend from before, except he had become a better shot. Phantom couldn't tell where the other two of his fellow Hero companions went, but he didn't focus on that, instead he used his left arm to push himself upwards, sprawling over.

This time the sniper was positioned up on a rooftop of another store, Phantom was sure of it because of another muzzle flash, the bullet whizzed past Phantom's head and crackled across the street. He wasted no time flicking up his pistol with his right hand, breathing deeply, before letting go a stream of concentrated bullets that pierced through the rain. He kept shooting until the clip slid out empty from his pistol, smoke protruding from the muzzle.

Phantom felt his rigid breaths through the thick rain, those the only two sounds that he heard. The muzzle flash was gone. The sniper was either dead or going to be. Either result would be fine by him. Phantom stood up slowly, his body quaking from both wounds, blood covering him. He needed to close his wounds soon or else Death would find him.

Phantom felt everything and nothing as his mind began to race and so did he, as he started to walk towards the hospital. He didn't know where the other two went or didn't know if they were even behind him. All he knew now was that he needed medical attention. And a goddamn drink.