Bullets... So many bullets. Kensaki only opened his eyes wide at the oncoming rounds of fire, all aimed at him, and tried to protect his head with his hands, creating a faint shield of blood before it, but they came too fast for him to completely encase his body in a shield.<br/><br/>Then, they shot him down. They pierced his gaunt figure, burying into his flesh, and he collapsed onto the floor in countless streams of blood. The shield broke, slowly retreating into the bite mark on his hand, and he lay motionless on the ground, with eyes opened wide and staring at the ceiling.<br/><br/>So much pain. He would most likely be dead soon... The bullets were everywhere. Some were in his lungs, and made his breathing hard, as he could hardly draw a breath in without twitching in pain. There were a few that must have gotten through his abdomen, too, and an even larger number in his legs and arms. One even hit the bone under his elbow, as he could discern from the sharp pain, coming in that direction, and it wasn't caused by bleeding.<br/><br/>He appeared to be dead already, and that was only better for him. The guards would at least leave him alone, and refrain from torturing him with more gunfire.<br/><br/>He was cold...