Overwatch - The Callahan and Its Three Guardians

Roland fought as a massive two-bore slug in most of his left shoulder out into the desert behind him. The Callahan crew swiveled their weapon round and poured sonic fire at him from above. For a fraction of a second, everything went dark. Roland's world was riotous red pain and little else. And an epinephrine concocted to make violence as addictive as a fat rock of crystal meth. He knew he could trigger a greater dose by stomping on the downed man's skull and ending his life. But instead, grabbed the man's AA-32 combat shotgun and rolled for cover behind a red rock boulder.