He moved.
He shoved the civilian sideways, putting himself between the man and the raised weapon, and in that fraction of a second, Titan lunged forward, a blur of muscle and intent.
The gunshot cracked through the air.
Daniel felt it before he understood it—a violent, searing force that hit his back and ripped the breath from his lungs as if someone had reached inside him and pulled it out. The world tilted, sound distorting into something distant and warped, and then he was on the ground, the cold concrete pressing against his cheek, his body refusing to respond in ways that didn’t make sense yet.
“TITAN!” he tried to shout, but the word came out broken, barely more than air.
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