Selfharm

The officer was getting closer, Walter had to decide, this was the moment that would determine whether he would survive or die-"The closer he is, the easier it is to hit, but he will probably be able to dodge if I try to shoot him in the head. The only available of the death points is the heart, but the Mirans have two of them, at best I can shoot only one, this will undoubtedly weaken it, but it will not kill… Okay, this is the only chance! Although..."- A thought occurred to Walter, he somehow managed to raise his right hand and blocked the muzzle of the pistol with his palm, thereby preventing the officer from calculating the trajectory of the next shot.

"Three meters." -Walter took a deep breath.

* Shot

The laser beam passed through Walter's palm and the Miran officer's head at the same time, thanks to its speed.

"Aaaaaaaah!" -Walter shouted in pain, now he had a wound in his shoulder from a grenade fragment, but it almost did not hurt, unlike the hole in his palm.

"Pain… I have to mute it or I may lose consciousness from shock and then I will not be able to survive. Painkillers, there was still painkillers in the first-aid kit! " - Walter found a solution, but his hands, in their current state, refused to move according to his thoughts. After all, there was a hole in the left palm, and a fragment was firmly lodged in the right shoulder. Walter used his left forearm to lift his right hand, and with it he opened the first-aid kit, finding painkillers.

He swallowed the pill and almost immediately felt better, now he could use his left palm, regardless of the pain. There was another "patch" in the first-aid kit, with the help of which Walter had previously helped Damiano to heal.

"So, it will not be possible to heal both the shoulder and the palm at once, you need to choose one thing! The splinter is still in my shoulder, and it's probably because of it that I have a fracture, so the Stitcher won't help. There is a through-hole in the palm, but if it is healed from the inside, then the main functions of the hand will function normally since the laser did not touch the bones. Well, then I will heal the palm, and I will have to deal with the shoulder the old-fashioned way. " - he decided. He stuck the Stitcher to the inside of the wound, took out the device, pressed the button. After a few moments, he peeled off the now useless Stitcher and examined his hand.

"In general, everything is not so bad, but the wound from the outside still remains, it needs to be disinfected and closed so that the infection does not get inside."-the guy reasoned and set to work, finding a disinfectant, he poured it over the wound. After that, he stuck a patch on the wound, this time an ordinary one.

"Now we need to deal with the shoulder! First, to get a fragment, the pain will be brutal, even with painkillers, you can take more, but then side effects may appear, and with a clouded consciousness, my chances of survival will become even less. All right, I'll endure it! " - Walter took the forceps and, inserting it into the wound, grabbed the fragment. Already at this stage, the painkillers were of little use, but Walter, gritting his teeth, continued. He pulled sharply and took out a shard, blood poured out. Fortunately, there was a device in the first-aid kit to stop the bleeding, otherwise, Walter would have had much worse.

Walter took a deep breath and went to the place where Damiano blew himself up together with Miran. It seemed to Walter that he had lost all human feelings, it was strange, but he was no longer saddened by the death of his loved ones, he stood up in the place where a couple of minutes ago his friend was alive and well, but he did not feel anything. Only an all-consuming emptiness and a desire to survive.

He looked at the black and red mess on the ground and whispered-"I promise that I will survive and kill as many of these bastards as I can!" - Walter tried to say it as fiercely as possible, but the emptiness inside swallowed even anger. Suddenly, Walter's body flew 5 meters away and crashed into a pile of debris. A blow to the head cut his forehead and blood poured straight into his eyes, flashes of terrible pain all over his body, a bloody cough. All this was the result of a single stab in the back. Walter turned around and found the first of the Mirans alive. The Mirans were known for their vitality and great physical strength. And so, due to the fact that Walter did not make control shots, the Miran was able to survive, three wounds on his chest regenerated at a high speed. Walter, on the other hand, was again in mortal danger.

"Multiple fractures and internal injuries have been recorded, emergency assistance is requested!"- the voice of the chip assistant rang out in Walter's head, but he did not pay attention. He tried to move his legs, but to no avail, and he would have understood if it was difficult and painful for him, but there was a feeling that the signal simply did not reach the muscles.

"It looks like I have a broken spine."- he thought matter-of-factly. He looked at the approaching enemy, there was no fear in his eyes, only curiosity, with which he looked at the healing wounds of the alien.

"Uzmer riley, dwarh!"- the Miran was saying.

"Speak in a normal language!" - thought Walter and suddenly realized that he understood every word of the opponent, he was saying to him-"You will answer for everything, worm!"-or something like that. Strangely, he was not surprised at all by the fact that for some reason he understood an unfamiliar language. Instead, his eyes focused again on the healing wounds of the enemy- " Yes, their regeneration is really something with something!"-he noted to himself. And at that moment, it was as if an electric shock ran through his body, causing both painful and pleasant sensations at the same time. When the Miran came close, Walter decided to try to move his legs again and ... he succeeded. He felt under his hand a fragment of a material resembling concrete.

"Yorl kamme zandre kraich? (Do you feel despair now?) "- the Miran asked, bending down.

"Now!"- Walter picked up the moment and struck a blow with a fragment directly into the temple of his counterpart.

*BANG

The blow made the opponent stagger, and black blood poured from his temple, but he only became more furious, one of his four hands moved towards Walter and struck him in the stomach, which sent the young man flying several meters away.

"Survive! Survive! Survive! " - the same word sounded like a bell in his head. His body has already healed his injuries, he found a metal pipe among the debris. The Miran also stopped joking and picked up a blade about twenty-five centimetres long and raised it for a blow. Walter tried to block the attack, many scenes from action movies flew before his eyes, with each such scene, the way he held the pipe changed a little. The Miran's attack was rushing at him at great speed.

*Clang

The blade cut a part of the pipe at an angle, but after that Walter managed to parry the attack and he made a lunge, now with a pointed pipe. The pipe entered the enemy's flesh, but only by a few centimetres, without causing serious injuries. The Miran yelled, but the guy didn't pay attention to it. It bounced off briskly.

"My strength is not enough to cause serious damage. You need to use a technique or hit a vulnerable point. I can only assume about the vulnerable points: the head, namely, the eyes, mouth, ears, armpits of the lower arms, as well as the posterior and anterior lower openings. It won't do! He won't give me that chance! It remains only to use a special technique to maximize damage. I need to use my body weight and all the available muscles. I remember seeing how the military exercises with bayonets are held. " - Walter was looking for at least some opportunities for survival. He was waiting for an opportunity. And she soon appeared, but not quite as the guy expected. The Miran rushed at him at full speed, and Walter had no way to avoid this attack, except in the forehead and from below. He made a small roll on the ground and slipped between the legs of Miran, who did not have time to stop, but he managed to use the blade, but Walter did not waste any time in vain, he plunged the pipe right into Miran's ass, the guy was doused with black blood. The Miran howled in pain and

"Great!"- he thought, but at that moment-"Stop, something is wrong!"-in addition to the black blood, red blood was also poured on him. He looked at the pipe in his hands and realized what the problem was. His left hand was hanging on the pipe.

Separate from the rest of the hand.

Walter felt nothing, he just stood up, grabbed the pipe more comfortably with his right hand, and repeatedly began to drive the pipe into the back and neck of the enemy, using all his weight.