Ground level, right side
Soon, it became harder to hear everyone unless they were shouting, and some of the mercenaries started to resort to tapping the ones near them and gesturing to mark targets. The well armed group started to trade shots with the two large groups that the mob had split itself into, seemingly by chance. Fortunately for them, unfortunately for the mercenaries who didn't seem to have the amount of people to keep both of the groups suppressed. Dashing ahead, with bullets trailing his feet, Duncan raised a puff of dust as he hit the rubble.
Firing his shotgun at the closest group. That close, he could see that they were all wearing hags, with strips of cloth and leather covering their faces, making it harder to see if he was shooting at men or women, even though it didn't make much difference. They all seemed to fight with the same suicidal fanaticism to get them killed. That close too, he could hear them yell in a their hoarse, throaty language, which didn't sound anything like either Yamataigo or Trade. Firing the last of the rounds in his shotgun, he managed to see a pink mist puff out from one of the shooters, making the rag-clad person slump backwards and out of sight behind the rubble. The victory was short lived, however, as someone raised from cover and started shooting at him with the weapon of the person he had just downed.
Some of the people shooting at them hadn't spotted Duncan moving in time to get a shot on him, but when they saw a second person following after him, their guns were already set to shoot. The ground around Katya erupted with the impact of shots, as well as some stones that were thrown bouncing off the cracked asphalt. Right before she reached the cover, however, the Nepleslian felt a stabbing pain on her left forearm. As she reached the cover besides Duncan, she could see that someone had shot her with -out of all things- an industrial nail gun.
And it was a big nail.
The metallic object was stuck to her forearm, with the pointy end only slightly poking out from the inside of her forearm, while most of it poked from the other end. It was a safe wager that it was probably four inches long and a quarter of an inch wide. There wasn't too much blood running, since the nail wasn't intended to be a weapon, and didn't cause the tumbling a normal projectile would, and neither could she feel too much pain from the initial shock of the injury. But it was a big nail.