A man

You turn around... Then your heart skips a beat as you can see your worst nightmare.

The man raises his weapon, and shoots. But he misses. You use this opportunity to find cover behind one of the cars. In the meantime another two darts blaze past you.

Fueled by adrenaline, you raise your weapon, and you shoot. But you have nowhere near the experience to hit your mark. Even from a meager fifty meters. Truth is, you only fired a weapon a couple of times out of fun. You never thought the time spent with getting good grades and going to the gym would fail you. Only one in a thousand makes it anyway. So who cares?

But now what you have at your hands is a very serious problem. If this man beats you in combat he will be able to do to you whatever he wants. Not a woman as you thought. But a man. A situation you are entirely unprepared for.

I should have chose slavery, you think to yourself, while several darts ricochet from the car, keeping you pinned down as the man approaches.