Siegfried had just pulled Marvey into the dead corner of the inner courtyard when three iron canisters, trailing smoke lines, landed in front of them. After a few bounces, they stopped at their feet, sizzling.
"It's over," Siegfried was in utter despair.
They were grenades. Although he had never seen this type before, Siegfried was sure that these three iron canisters were grenades.
He pushed Marvey towards the wall corner, rushed towards the canisters, and kicked them with all his might.
Blood surged to his head, a buzzing echoed in his ears. Fear gripped him, making his entire body rigid, and his heart felt like it was about to explode.
One, two, three.
All the canisters were kicked to a distance.
Siegfried's toes seemed to have fractured, yet he felt no pain. He leaped back to the wall corner, using his body to shield his friend, desperately curling up, waiting for the shrapnel to hit him.
But the explosion never came.
