Just as he was about to squeeze the trigger, the lights in the room went out, plunging everything into darkness. His instincts kicked in, but Han Xin remained still, his eyes adjusting to the dim space.
Suddenly, a flash erupted from within the room. Han Xin's reflexes were swift. He shifted the muzzle of his rifle, homing in on the figure that caught his sight. He squeezed the trigger, and the shot rang out, piercing the silence.
The glass shattered with a crisp sound, startling Peng Xiu. Han Xin felt extremely frustrated seeing that he hadn't struck her where he wanted. The tough glass had altered its trajectory, and instead of hitting her head, the bullet grazed her arm. After this blunder he knew she would be more cautious. This left him no choice but to go and back Xiang Yu up.
Peng Xiu cried in pain, her instinct to hide away from the windows overtaking her as she cursed under her breath. The cool wind rushed into the room, sweeping away some of the tension.
