The leader had stopped, his dark eyes narrowing at the sight of the blade pressed against the girl's back.
For a fraction of a second, Leo thought he had won the gamble.
He was dead wrong.
The leader didn't lower the plasma gun. Instead, a chilling command left his lips. The girl in Leo's grasp didn't scream or beg for her life.
As if she didn't care about her life, she sharply drove her elbow back, slamming it into Leo's already battered ribs with a surprisingly superhuman strength.
Leo grunted, his grip loosening just enough. In that exact moment, the leader pulled the trigger.
There was no hesitation. He didn't care about the crossfire. A blinding streak of blue plasma erupted from the barrel, illuminating the darkness of the frozen wasteland.
Leo shoved the girl away and threw himself to the ground, relying entirely on his instincts. The blast missed his chest but clipped the icy stone right beside him.
