Pat-Pata-Pta!
Muzzle flashes flickeringly brightened the desolate forest background, followed by thunderous sounds that accompanied them, raising bloodthirsty howls of pain led by a torrent of rain shower, of blood.
"Take cover!" An old man with a flailing long goatee shouted as he leaped high and fled to the safety behind a thick tree trunk, watching crimson splatters of doom collide onto the other side, causing the tree trunk to shake violently.
"Destroy the demonic weapons." He grunted in anger to avoid giving in to his growing fear, watching one of his underlings get into the open when his body was shredded into bits.
"Sect Leader, we can't even get close to them." His direct disciple said in horror, tears streaming down his face as he hollered, "Even senior brother died. We're the only ones left alive."
