Daniel brings the last guard down but the clip is empty by the time he's disposed of them. He turns back around, breathing a small sigh of relief, and instantly halts.

Damnit. Damnit.

The guard holds Seth in front of him, an impromptu meatshield, and demands that Daniel drop his weapon, empty and useless as it is. Daniel slowly sinks to the ground to slide it over, stomach knotting. It's over. They're finished.

But Seth abruptly drops, dragging the guard who must not have expected the sudden increase in weight, and they let out a strangled yelp.

Daniel bursts from his half-crouch, swerving to avoid Seth, bull-rushes the guard in what is probably a terrible course of action but is the first plan his panicked, adrenaline-fueled brain could come up with, and cracks the butt of the gun against the side of their head just as their own weapon goes off.

The bullet rips through Daniel's shoulder. Pain, exquisite, blossoms from that point in space as the guard slumps over sideways, still conscious but thoroughly out of commission for the time being.

"Seth -" Daniel pants, gyrating halfway to make sure his friend is all right, but his shoulder is starting to leak, a darkened patch of warm red starting to soak through his jacket. The gun clatters to the ground so his hand can clap over the injury - he can't tell if it's superficial but the shoulder is full of important veins and things but it's possible, it doesn't hurt as much as it could, at least not yet - and Daniel drops to his knees in front of Seth.

"Seth, you okay?" he asks, a little ragged around the edges but still able to articulate reasonably well.