Another loud bang echoed, the shockwave shattered a row of windows, and the carriage shook violently. In that same instant, Kazama Chihime dashed forward with a crouched posture, gliding over the snow.
Kazama Tatsuya held his breath and fired three shots obliquely to block the way; Kazama Chihime half-kneeling slid across the snow, sword light sweeping wildly, she dodged one, deflected one, and the last bullet hit her calf directly.
Blood splattered, Kazama Chihime staggered a step. Before she could adjust her stance, Kazama Tatsuya fired another three shots; she flipped in mid-air on the spot, one went wide, one grazed her face, and the last one hit her chest, knocking the breath out of her.
Kazama Chihime knelt on one knee on the ground, coughing while clutching her chest, her lungs twitching continuously, exhaling a misty breath.
Only two bullets left.
If she could endure these two shots, she could survive.
