Trent brought himself up back onto his feet as his eyes caught sight of the Representative homing down on him like a bomb dropped from a plane. The hostile Hellfire Arm user's eyes bulged largely and he aimed American Violence towards the Representative himself. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt a gush of wind past by his neck.
He holstered his gun, and swiftly moved to the right.
I need to pin the bastard, Trent thought as he clenched his fists and squatted down. Even if only a fraction of Bright's crimson mist coated his body, he felt his veins tighten, felt like he was injected with something to boost him up, and his focus. His eyes were locked onto Valefar in the air.
