The blood dripping down his face was hard to ignore.
Every drop was formed beneath his eyelids before it forced its way out and made a slow trail down his face. The forward momentum Amaya carried pasted the bloody tears to his face and tried them, making the flaky, cracking trails painfully tangible.
Still, Gio did his best to ignore them.
At the very least, he knew there wouldn't be any lasting damage to his eyes. Especially because he was so young, his body could be healed much easier.
Therefore, he could manhandle it without worry.
His eyes darted from side to side. He stopped reporting only traps and made use of the other information available to him.
He was able to see bullet trajectories. Every time an attacker moved, he could see it as well. If any of them swung their guns at one of the preoccupied team members, Gio made them aware.
