Akira faced the imposing man in the bedroom without fear. Her eyes were cold and unfeeling as she fired a bullet from her small gun. She had acquired the item and concealed it in one of the drawers in her nightstand for a quick draw.
Unfortunately, the man moved fast and avoided the projectile despite his large size. She did not waver as he approached her with malicious intent. He was not holding a weapon in hand. Instead, he seemed more interested in obliterating her with her fists.
However, Akira was not unprepared or helpless.
She had a sword in her right hand, in addition to the gun in her left. Even though she could not move as smoothly and nimbly as before, she made up for it by using the two weapons together. Her quick sword slashes were ruthless.
