Running

Griffin cast around hurriedly for something to use as a distraction, yet the area around the rock was fairly barren. This presented a slight problem to the trapped young man. Faced with no other options, it seemed that he was going to take the risk. After all, the sniper had missed a stationary target once; hopefully he’d miss a moving one.

Squirming back into a somewhat crouched position, Griffin slid his weapon back into its sheath, and took off a sprint.

A fair few seconds passed and he didn’t hear any sounds. It seemed like a good sign.

Suddenly, there was a noise, though it sounded more like the whoosh of a speeding train then a bullet. Griffin didn’t look back though, he knew the secret to these things.

Without warning a massive explosion took place to his left, the shockwave expanding far faster then his puny running speed. A second later, all which remained of the coward was a charred crater.