Shit got real, real fast. The massive sized hail was bad enough, especially when Fletch took one to the shoulder. The pain was like something he'd never felt before and there would certainly be a bruise where it had hit and if they didn't find cover fast it was only going to get worse.

And then the fates decides to laugh in their faces and threw fire. "Just keep getting to the outskirts!" he shouted over the noise before running in the direction they'd been headed

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