Isaac pulled the guns away from their holsters. He held them beside his waistline. The magazines already placed on them.
His fingers grazed the trigger. His palms became sweaty.
Crack!
The third wave of the puppets commenced. The first puppet that appeared had a proper sword this time around. An appropriate armor of leather surrounded the puppet's frail body.
Isaac extended his arms. The guns stood in front of him, ready to be fired.
"Goodbye!"
BRRRR!
However, when he squeezed both of the triggers. The guns trembled in his hands as bullets left the chamber rapidly. He wasn't expecting this. He thought there was only one shot in the chamber, but the pistols were automatic!
The magazines were quickly dried up. Isaac fell to the ground with his fingers still pressed on the triggers.
BRRRR!
The two guns wreaked havoc around him. Soon, the magazines were empty.
"Haaahhh… Haahh…" Cold sweat drenched his back. Isaac slowly stood up to look at the destruction around him.
