[Underestimating Raikov had been an unexpected error. The bullet tore through his arm hard enough to make him drop his precious gun.]
[Ocelot had never considered that he could feel fear of Volgin. Wary and cautious, yes, but never afraid. He had looked down on the taller man because he knew he was taking advantage of him. He completely dominated Volgin in a secret game of wits.]
[The brutality of violent defeat awoke the primitive and well-suppressed instinct of fear. His fog-blue eyes widened with it, locked onto the towering giant while he tightly clutched his bleeding arm. Though Ocelot never had a childhood, he was still young, and vulnerability swept aside his hardened attitude and made him appear smaller.]
[He only had one gun left on his back. He could feel it pressed against his spine, too centered on his back for quickdraw. But there was another object pressing into his shoulderblade...]
[Lingering electric charges in his muscles made him tremble. Ocelot sucked in breath hard, barely able to hear Volgin's mocking words. He retched suddenly, losing his eye contact with the bigger Russian as he doubled over his damaged stomach. His racing and scheming mind was interrupted.]
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[Ocelot had never considered that he could feel fear of Volgin. Wary and cautious, yes, but never afraid. He had looked down on the taller man because he knew he was taking advantage of him. He completely dominated Volgin in a secret game of wits.]
[The brutality of violent defeat awoke the primitive and well-suppressed instinct of fear. His fog-blue eyes widened with it, locked onto the towering giant while he tightly clutched his bleeding arm. Though Ocelot never had a childhood, he was still young, and vulnerability swept aside his hardened attitude and made him appear smaller.]
[He only had one gun left on his back. He could feel it pressed against his spine, too centered on his back for quickdraw. But there was another object pressing into his shoulderblade...]
[Lingering electric charges in his muscles made him tremble. Ocelot sucked in breath hard, barely able to hear Volgin's mocking words. He retched suddenly, losing his eye contact with the bigger Russian as he doubled over his damaged stomach. His racing and scheming mind was interrupted.]
...Shit...
...Get away from me.