"Think you can hang our brother and then just fucking talk your way out of it?" His eyes…

"Everyone is so evil."

"This is a stupid world..."

"I don't want to be anymore. It hurts."

"The wolf is at the door, Kim. He will eat the sun."

"It's so dark... I can't see anything."

"Stay with me!" The lieutenant pushes down on your wound, hard. "You hear me?! Stay awake! Look at me!"

Listen... through the darkness and the pain.

The Hardie boys are screaming, fighting, dying. Someone jumps over you -- nearby gunfire shatters glass.

"STOP!!!"

"Eugene, to your right! Don't let him..."

"The cop! Protect the cop, he's down..."

The Hardie boys are yelling. Someone is running, jumping over you. In the background you hear gunfire shatter glass -- and then a man in pain. A familiar sound.

It's Titus. With a splat like meat, you hear bullets rip into him. His voice, still giving orders, grows fainter... A gurgle...

He's not gonna make it.

Touch your lower body...

Feels slick and warm with blood. The pain is too strong to know what has happened there. Even clutching to your consciousness takes everything you got.

Warm blood pools underneath you. It's sticky -- and there's so much of it.

You're bleeding like a pig, but the bullet seems to have gone right through you. Don't go into shock and you might make it.

DON'T GO INTO SHOCK. HOLD ON.

Evade the shot.

Look him in the eye.

The look of vengeance. Framed by melting skin. This is the last thing he will do on Earth -- but he will do it. He will end you.

Here it comes. Death.

The look of vengeance. Framed in blood, lips shaking. This is the last thing he'll do on Earth -- but he will do it. He is your end.

A look of happiness. His eyes seem unnaturally bright, shining like stars. Something in the fear must distort him somehow. He is evil. And the end.

You see two crazed eyes stare at you -- through the burning meat and the flames. With his face boiling off the man raises his pistol at you. Then he squeezes the trigger...

You see two crazed eyes stare at you -- through all the smoke and the panic. With blood gushing from his face the man raises his pistol at you. Then he squeezes the trigger...

Kim -- did he hit the rifleman?!

Blood gushes from the helmet's eye-sockets as Ruud staggers back, disoriented. The sounds coming from his helmet are not human.

An unbelievable shot from the lieutenant.

The helmet looks like the face of an ancient god of war, crying blood.

I cannot be killed. I have become immortal.

Joy! I am alive!!!

A low shot rings. You feel a tapping, like rain on your chest plate. Heavy drops of rain. Then the sound of dice rolling, as the cuirass distributes the shot evenly from plate to plate.

You got hit. The armour took most of it, but still your rib cage burns. Feels like blood is slowly seeping into your lungs...

The shot rings and you stumble. Something violently tugs at your shoulder, pushing you backwards with incredible force.

A volcano of burning pain erupts from your left shoulder.

The pain flows over your entire body like an awful shock. A grim knowing rises from within -- half of your body must be gone.

Blink -- think!

You stare down the barrel of the gun. You see Ruud's mask behind it -- his eye in the slit of the helmet. Like a camera lens focusing on you.

0.4 seconds remain. There are six little black dots in the tip of the barrel, like a honeycomb. This is a nock cannon. It shoots six rounds in one pull of the trigger.

Absolute destruction.

Is there anything -- anything -- we could use to protect this frail body? That gun will tear us to pieces.

He's drunk. Drunk fighters over-correct. Move right -- he aims further right. Get him to overshoot!

A full suit of armour can't be too agile. You can shift direction faster than he can.

Just dodge the first shot -- and the second will be easier. Drunks are quick to anger -- and make mistakes.

Titus -- behind you -- must be aiming at him right now. Don't forget, there's additional reinforcements. Just survive this...

There's no way, you're just gonna die. Just close your eyes when it happens...

God, you're so frail. Too frail to think further, time is running out...

0.6 seconds remain. There are six little black dots in the tip of the thick barrel, like a honeycomb. This is a nock cannon. It shoots six rounds in one pull of the trigger.

Kim! Where is Kim?!

From the corner of your eye you see the lieutenant raise his pistol -- and aim it at Ruud.

He's trying to find a straight line of sight before the rifleman can take you out. In the background, the leader is still on fire...

It's not easy. He has 0.4 seconds to do so. He won't make it. You're on your own.

It's not easy. He has 0.6 seconds to do so. He won't make it. You're on your own.

He's trying to find a straight line of sight before the rifleman can take you out. In the background, the leader staggers...

He's trying to find a straight line of sight before the rifleman can take you out.

"God dammit. I did my best. I just need more time to solve the murder."

"Ruud..." The man looks to his left. "Kill him."

"Me and Kim are gonna fucking murder you!"