I made sure my words got into Mack's head. I wanted her to think long and hard about it, making her realize her actions have almost been identical to mine.

I managed to dodge the bullet, and scratch Mack's hand with the knife. However, I failed to snatch the gun away.

I'll need to attack her at least once more, and quick, otherwise I'll lose too much blood.

Preparing to attack, I take a deep breath. I then sprinted towards Mack, her gun aimed at me and ready to fire.

I came close enough to simply throw the knife directly at her leg, making a long, deep scar.

She fired the gun and I tried my best to dodge the bullet, succeeding with a rather big scar on my cheek. This whole fight was turning into more of a bloodbath.

As my vision started getting blurry, I did the first thing that came to mind, I hit Mack on the head with my elbow, making her collapse on the floor.

Before I could take the gun, someone from behind kicked my knee and picked up the heavy gun.

Getting shot once more in the gut, I look up to see the face of one that I couldn't recognise, yet still hated with a passion.

Whoever it was, they had ruined everything I had worked for.