They engaged in a shootout, but ran out of ammo

He shot down two fleeing raiders, but the others found cover. Bullets began to fly towards him, and he was **** to duck behind once again.

"Still think that was a good idea?" Greg shouted over the din, blasting his shotgun over the logs, catching an onrushing raider square in the chest. The man crumpled, but the others kept up their ****.

"We couldn't leave her to them!" Noah yelled back, firing off another round.

Greg didn't reply, just grunted and kept shooting.

Noah caught a glimpse of Eunhwa, still crouched in the middle of the camp, her hands over her head. She was pinned down, surrounded by the fighting. Noah shouted her name, but his voice was drowned out by the gunfire. He fired blindly, trying to give her cover, but the raiders were relentless, and soon he was out. Then, a bullet struck the log beside him, splintering the wood and sending a shower of splinters into his cheek. He cursed, ducking lower, blood trickling down his face. He had to get Eunhwa out of there. He had to end this.

He signaled to Greg, gesturing towards the raiders with a quick jerk of his chin. Greg nodded, understanding. He laid down suppressing fire as Noah crawled around the camp, encircling the remaining men.

The first one did not see him coming, didn't even have a chance to turn before Noah's knife sunk into his back. He pulled the knife free and moved on, his focus narrowed to the next target. The second raider was firing at Greg's position, his attention elsewhere. Noah's knife found his neck, slicing it open. A spray of blood misted the air before the raider collapsed. Two down, one to go.

And yet, as he scurried over to where he thought Scarface was hiding, a knife whistled behind him, cutting the air, aimed at his back.