One. Two. Three. Jane had counted the shots, she hadn’t seen where they had come from, but she did see where they landed. Three of her comrades had went down, two of them being what Jane considered family. Instantly Jane started commanding groups over to each of the people that had been hit, Vince, Strata, and Fear. “If any of them die, I’ll have your heads for it!” She shouted out as the tattoos on her skin started to go in a frenzy, almost like they were reacting to her emotions of slight panic and fear.