The burst of gunfire leapt from the barrel before Gracelyn had a chance to stop it. She flung out her sickle and it dug it's way into the soldier's neck, but not before the gunfire reached her. The first bullet missed. On the second and third however she wasn't so lucky. The second bullet grazed her shoulder, leaving a groove in place of where it had been. The second one dug straight into her arm, prompting a grunt from her in pain. She instinctively held Jericho back from going around the hallway, and in the split second she did, she had been shot. Quickly ducking behind a wall, she tore some cloth from her shirt and wrapped it around where the shot had hit. Hopefully it wouldn't get infected, but it was always a possibility. Instead of pulling her sickle back, she let the chain trail around the corner, waiting for someone to tug at it and be distracted.