Again the sound and again a bullet tore through her, this time her left arm. Shrieking, Blythe tumbled forth, slaming down on to the road. She bit her tongue as she gripped her arm, trying so hard not to cry all over again. All of her earlier defiance fled from her.
She wondered if it was the loss of blood that made her feel strange, but as she laid there curled up on the ground, she felt funny. She couldn't explain it.
When Light got closer, she curled into a ball, turning away from his aura. "Leave me alone, please..."