Wu Haoyu's POV:
The world turned to fire and dirt as the shell hit, a deafening roar that swallowed Yanyan's scream. I saw her dive—crowbar flashing, shoving Yue and Yang Wei clear—then the blast threw her like a ragdoll, slamming her into the ditch. My heart stopped, leg screaming where a bullet had grazed it, but I was moving before the dust settled, pipe slick with blood in my hand. She wasn't moving—sprawled, bloody, that damn crowbar inches from her fingers—and I'd be damned if I let her go out like that.
