He had a helmet on while golden gloves seemed to move the turrets in the four corners of the room.
"Don't you think this is a bit unsportsmanlike?"
The man with a smile on his throne said, "You're right! I'll stop shooting. Come out!"
She smilingly used her free hand to brush her hair away from her face. As she was sitting behind the column, she could see all the turrets pointing at them, and firmly, she told her, "Well, let's see how he does!"
Taking a deep breath, Cyrene thought in his mind about the trajectory that the bullets would take and firmly said, "Well, now or never!"
