"What do you know, I am out of bullets" Lucien said as he laughed awkwardly at the situation he had found himself in.
"I told you not to count your luck huntsman. Now, look at you, a sorry excuse of a huntsman. You might as well be the one of the weakest that I have ever met, so I wonder, what gave you the courage to think that you could do as you please and go out scott-free" Guyon said as he was standing face to face with Lucien, staring into the eyes of the mysterious huntsman as though he was trying to get some answers from them.
But instead, all he got was a cold hard gaze staring back at him.
"But, you do have the eyes of a huntsman -Fearless, vengeful, yet unforgiving even the face of death, it remains tightly sharpened".
"Hmmm!!! Who said that I needed a gun to beat your ass" Lucien replied as he let the two guns fall from his hands.
