With enough breaths, Quagmire rushed forth. His eyes opened wide, adrenaline came, as his vision processed the information. Just before he was about to move out, six ghouls came rushing toward him. He placed his right foot forward, snapped up his pistol, and pulled the trigger.
The first shot came at a blistering speed, echoing through the air and beyond. The force of the wind generated by the speed of the bullet ever so slightly moved the leaves that were falling from the trees.
The two ghouls arrived before him, one on the left and one on the right, and he lowered himself, both feet firmly placed on the ground. He angled the blade of the knife from his fist, then he thrust it forward.
