A foot clad in black combat boots viciously kicked away Sofia's blood-stained handgun, which skidded across the cement floor, leaving a glaring trail of blood before crashing into the roadside steps with a dull metallic clang.
Sofia couldn't see whether someone picked up the gun, as her view was completely obscured by many legs.
Immediately afterward, another hand roughly seized Sofia's injured wrist and twisted it forcefully, snatching away the detonator she was clutching tightly. A sharp pain shot from her shoulder, as if her bones were being crushed to powder.
The bullet hit her shoulder because, before she was struck, she had been waving the detonator, so the sniper chose not to target her arm but aimed at her shoulder instead.
