Chapter 162 Time To Man Up!
Crisga Jamon's Island: Base Camp: Pap Vs Arwi
Rumble! Rumble! Shifting and trembling about as the pile of tents and debris moves as Pap emerges from it. Now riddled with small cuts on his body with his island flower shirt torn to shreds, pouring out of his pours like a steamy dish being served, a gray energy leaks out. Opening his mouth to speak as he stares with a readied resolve, Pap says to himself, come on Pap time to man up and follow your heart and really show this Arwi gent what for. And anyone else you face in the future, especially if you ever want to catch up to Mr. Ver and Mr. Rint someday.
Rasing his eyebrows slow and calmy as he feels Pap's gunergy release into the air, digging in his left ear with his pinky finger as he scratches the inside, while doing this a red marble orb earring jiggles, looking at where he launched Pap, with his face still unbothered, Arwi says in a slacken tone, seems the kid wants to get real now. From the feel of his gunergy he might have some power. Pulling out his green pistol with a focused expression written on his face, with his gunergy aura now a light, Pap zooms at Arwi at a train like speed to start the second phase of their bout.
Seeing the now serious Pap roaring his way, taking out his pistol as well, Arwi says as he releases his black shadowy gunergy out of his person, let's see if this will finally be fun. Blitzing forward as well after making his statement, with both gunmen serious now as they light speed at one another, instantly within range of each other, the two begin to fire off high speed rounds of bullets. Dodging and firing as they unleash just simple basic shots of artillery, with none of their bullets connecting to either one of the strong gunmen, as their bullets clang and bang against each other, keeping their never-ending tussle going with their high-octane bullet battle steadily going, glaring at Arwi as he doesn't let up on the trigger of his firearm, thinking to himself as he moves all about, Pap says, I have to find an opening somewhere to get some leeway on this guy.
After having a quick ponder cycling through his brain, shockingly appearing close up on Pap like a fucking phantom, Arwi says, I grow tired of the long-distance kid. how's about we bring it in close shall we. Eyes widening with a pure how the hell did he get this close to me type of expression seared on his face, reacting fast out of worry as he instinctively points his pistol super quick, Pap fires off an unconscious shot. Avoiding it rather impressively as he bends back at the same speed as the bullet was shot, leaning his body to the right, Arwi says, nic-. Saying nothing at all as the barrel of his gun is up on Arwi's left hip, with conviction raging bright on his in the zone face, Pap says, talking to much is your flaw sir. Basic Gray Bullet!
Letting his first power move off, for the first time since their duel began, bulbs of blood fling wildly in the air.
End of Chapter 162