A bullet blasted a hole through the trunk of the tree and whizzed above my head. It was a fairly thick tree. It was thick enough to hide behind. So I jumped to my feet and started climbing.
I got 20 feet above the ground and sat on a branch. He kept shooting but he was shooting the base of the tree, assuming I was still there. He couldn't see me.
I had to find a way to close the distance between us without getting shot again. My stomach wound had healed by now, but it was a much slower heal than normal.
I climbed to the top of the tree. My plan was to jump down onto Clarence from above. I leaped from the tree toward where the shots came from. Using my enhanced sight I realized Clarence was much farther away than I thought he would be.