The scene unraveled before his eyes: he could see the helicopter with the sniper and their target. Only a second later he knew what would happen, the worst part was that he didn't have enough time to stop it. It was definitely the curse in being a pretender.

Everything went down in slow motion: she sprinted and the gunshot thundered. His blood ran cold just before the bullet impacted. Numbness spread throughout his body but he had to move, to do all in his power even if it meant going back. He wasn't going to lose her without a battle. Not to them nor to death.