Nate gritted his teeth as he ducked behind a fallen crate, his breathing controlled despite the intense fight. He could feel the effects of the gas weighing on his body. His enhanced strength had already weakened, and his stamina was beginning to drain faster than normal. He had to end this quickly before it got worse.
Glancing over the top of the crate, he saw one soldier advancing cautiously, his weapon aimed directly at him. Nate knew he had only seconds to act. He grabbed a loose piece of debris from the ground and hurled it toward the man. The soldier instinctively flinched, momentarily distracted. That was all Nate needed. He dashed forward, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.
