I Can't Stop Laughing

As soon as the guard dropped, Feng Xuan heard a shout. "Hey!" said the voice. His voice sounded young and nervous. His hands scrambled along the gun's length but Feng Xuan only needed those short seconds. She made a beeline for him, jumping on one foot, arcing her blade in the air before piercing it on the man's chest. Red liquid immediately poured from his mouth as he choked.

Her shattered elbow was crying in pain. But she didn't listen to it. She could not afford to pay attention to it right now. She'll tend to the agonies of her body later. It needed to listen to her that moment.

Feng Xuan smoothly removed the man's gun from him before he fell, disappearing into a corner as she heard other men shouting orders. She braced the gun against her shoulder—she was never fond with using ammunition. At least with a blade and her hands, she knew it was a sure kill.