Dave's shield was right in front of his face. He had predicted the gunshot and enabled [Block] to cancel out the damage.
He had an ugly expression on his face, Dave was wrathful, "What I hate most in this world are unfaithful assholes and those who point guns at me at me with a gun!"
Dave stomped his foot forward and crashed into the undead with in [Stampede]. The blue-coated undead fell to the ground, his flintlock landing a few feet away from his hand. He scrambled to retrieve to the gun, but Dave struck down with his bastard sword at the undead's arm cutting it off.
"You're weak," Dave muttered, the undead was only level 200, and Dave's slash had already taken more than 30% of his HP.
Dave kicked the gun away from the undead and held him by the collar or neck, "Who What made you?" Dave asked.
But before the struggling undead could speak, the second one-shot an arrow at Dave's back.
