There was shouting and people scrambling around as the ranger took the first shot into the group. He was following them with his iron sights and giving the possibility of death to those who were his target each time he squeezed the trigger. Everything happened so unexpectantly, and that gave the hybrid a slight advantage until they began to realize who the shooter was. One of the called out his location and immediately turned to squeeze the trigger, bringing the reality that ranger was going to suffer the price for playing the gambling game of a reckless one versus many shootout.
First came a shot, then came a whistle that got louder before it was cut off with the jolt of pain that shot from the shoulder of the anthro who was busy unloading rounds into the crowd. Everything around him became quiet, even the sounds of the innocent who had taken the time to flee and run for safety during the shootout. The silence was brief, then there was shouting. It wasn't long before the bewildered ranger came to his senses, and he reached up to feel a numb yet significant pain in the shoulder where it all had started, only to see his gloved hand be smeared by his own blood. He had been shot, and it was where his vest didn't cover.
"Find him! I want that dog skinned alive!" Someone shouted, and the danger came back to the hybrid. He quickly got up but kept low, his still good hand reaching to his chest holster to yank out the revolver as he fought through the pain and tried to sneak away. The silence to his step and voice was what had saved him, yet it took a lot from him not to collapse and cry out in pain. Adrenaline was the credit for the strength that he had never felt before, a new source of energy would not last long before it seeped away, and tossed the anthro into the mercy of his opponents, if they found him that is. He hid behind a stall not too far away, placing his handgun on his lap so to reach up and grip his wound. He could hear them down the lane, searching and tossing things aside until someone said a whisper.
"Look, on the floor, it leads over there."
That wasn't the only thing he heard, he could also hear muffled voices nearby, and they were familiar to him. The only question was, who would get to him first? The kill squad or the strangers whom he had bumped into earlier on?
Back at where the ranger had challenged the group, there were two bad guys dead and four more still holding their ground. They were all speaking to eachother and training their rifles at the corner. Two had left to find the injured ranger because their leader commanded them to, and they were armed with semi automatic hunting rifles, the caliber being enough to give a nasty hit, but not enough to puncture armor.