>>5814583 (WINRAR)>(OFFENSIVE: ATTEMPT TO RUSH DOWN THE INSPECTOR)Scrambling to your feet, you rush down the former inspector, thrashing yourself into a state of hyperawareness. You can barely make out his silhouette as your feet move with an almost possessed panic. Swifter than your manic maneuver, however, is the inspector. He flails his arms, swatting the back of his rifle down and grabbing hold of the other end, as if it were a spear.
The sudden pain feels like a detonation in your head. A red throbbing sensation tickles your eyes. You are slammed into the ground- hard. Your side aches as you come into contact with the ground, an epileptic numbness surging through every ounce of your body. Through muddy and dull senses, you reach for your revolver, attempting to take aim at the inspector.
“Please run. I can’t help myself. Over.”
A shot rings out. From your hand radiates a burning sensation, like human bone being ground down on a sharpening stone. Your revolver is gone from your grip before you can even sense it. Your eyes dart, wide and glassy, to the hole in your palm. A bullet has ripped through the skin, tearing away a small puncture in the tender flesh of your hand. The pain is searing. You bite down hard as your head pulses with a thumping heartbeat. The sensation is the color of beating organs.
“Please… don’t come near me, I don’t want you to die- clear.”
A clicking tin sound emits from the revolver as it spins away, sliding across the floor. The gun is farther away than you’d like it to be, but if you make a mad dash you could grab it (if not exposing yourself to another prone shot from the gunman). Alternatively, you could run for cover into a nearby hallway, from which you could plan out your next route of attack.
>(DEFENSIVE: ESCAPE INTO A NEARBY HALLWAY)>(OFFENSIVE: MAKE A DASH FOR THE REVOLVER) 
