Chapter 154 Zel Vs Ver!
Crisga Jamon's Island: Base Camp
Dashing about with his fellow chum Rint as they lay waste to the trove of soldiers in the base camp, running right next to each other while firing their powerful firearms all about with different emotions depicted on their faces. Glossing over with a just another day in the life type of face, Ver says with a free and easy tone, yo Rinty! Where do you think the head honcho Jamon could be? Any guesses?
Moving like a stealthy fox as he shifts and ducks' oncoming bullet fire, answering back with a little more of a rougher tone as he keeps his eyes darted ahead, Rint says, if I had to fucking guess. He most likely isn't handsomely here in this base camp, especially with all the loud shit were cooking up right now. So, my guess is he might be further somewhere on the island in a more secluded area away from the camp.
Grabbing a soldier while still pumping his legs just like Rint, bursting from their bigger type guns as six soldiers in a row with shotguns fire a wave of pure hot lead simultaneously, with his hand still gripping the terrified soldier in his left hand, as the bullets near him in a fast wind cutting speed, lifting the man in his hand up like a human shield, the unlucky soldier gets filled to the brim with gut piercing ammunition as his body protects Ver's.
Once all the bullets have stopped, responding back to Rint's theory on where he might think Crisga is, tossing his bloody swissed cheesed soldier meat shield away like a disposable tool, Ver says in a relaxed and unpretentious manner, I think you might be right about that icy Rint. With the chaos were causing at the moment, someone or Crisga should have bee-
BLAM!!
Coming out of nowhere with a boot hitting him square in the face cutting him off from finishing his sentence, taking the full brunt of the dirty boot in his choppers, Ver skids a good ten feet, still standing after the surprise attack as he wipes the blood way leaking from his nose, Ver says in a slightly stunned tone, damn what the fuck. Looks like I spoke to soon about mother fuckers not being altered. Now facing the two gunslingers with his beady black psychedelic eyes as he focuses his blank canvas looking face at them, holding a white and blue flintlock gun in his right hand, and a slim black and white katana in the other, Zel Dapra says with no hesitation in his low unfiltered voice, you two intruders cease this destruction at once or taste my wrath.
Glaring at the short pale ninja dressed man with a stern look on his face, Rint says with an irked tone exuding from his mouth, just fucking great, a nuisance in our way. Looks like we have to get through you to get to your boss aye. Jogging back up after being hit as he casually increases his speed, keeping his legs moving as he instantly throws a punch with his left hand at the pipsqueak first rank officer Zel with a smile on his face, but with his eyes burning with battle hunger, commenting back on what Rint just said not to long ago, Ver says, no Rintster. I'll fight this Casper Crusty the clown looking bastard, while you go find Crisga and send his ass to an icy grave.
Not saying a word after Ver just announced his confident and forward claim, Rint just nods and keeps it pushing onward.
End of Chapter 154