Almost after his last thought had finished, dark figures turned the corner and with a whir the submachine gun started and let rip. At the same time, he heard a loud pop below him followed by cracking noises and an excruciating pain in his knee. He had been hit, not once, not twice, not thrice, but by probably hundreds of bullets that had been flying at his right kneecap. It only took a few of the first shots before his knee vanished and his lower leg was separated from the top, and he fell back in pure agony. These guys were expert shots, thought a few stray bullets tore holes in his upper thigh and two others missed their mark, hitting his right torso as he fell and another ripping into his right shoulder. The weapon he had been holding smacked on the ground and lay there, whirring and then simply laying still and steaming....and in the midst of falling, he pulled the pin on one more flash grenade and threw it at the crowd into the darkness.
"Help! ******** help! If there's anybody out there, they're going to kill me! Heeelp!"