-Chance-

Eager to lose again? *deals the next hand with practiced ease, leaning back in his chair* I like that fire in you, kid.

*there was fire on me*

Shit! *jumps up, frantically patting at the flames*

*She spits on his face and shows her middle finger*

*He lets out a low growl, his grip tightening even more. He leans in close, his voice a low hiss.* Don't. Push. Me.

*As the round continued, Chance sprinted from the killer, and stopped a second to load his gun. He aimed the gun at the killer with a smirk, but the trigger locked up. His eyes widened a bit and he grunted angrily before the gun exploded, knocking him back slightly and leaving him with some injuries on his arm and shoulder.* Gah...damnit! *He exclaimed, grasping his arm, his voice slightly pained. By some miracle the killer decided to chase another player, buying him some time to rest.*

*Charli was doing a generator, helping to team*

*Chance stumbled over to Charli, leaning on a wall, and grabbed a medkit from his pocket. He quickly patched up his injuries, taking deep breaths and hissing in pain. He looked over at Charli.* Hey, kid, could you help me out here? I'm a bit injured.