Letting out a maddening roar, Ezekiel rushed towards Lucas with a murderous expression. Calming himself, Lucas raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
BANG!BANG!BANG!
Three bullets shot forward creating a loud bang. Whistling and tearing the air, the bullet appeared right before Ezekiel however before they could pierce him.
Ezekiel whipped both of his hands. The two swords moved, leaving behind after images, struck the bullet and deflected them.
CLANG!CLANG!CLANG!
Lucas's brows creased a little. He expected this but the reality was a bit hard for him. Ezekiel's blades moved swiftly as if they had their own mind, striking in every direction at once.
The bronze sides of the distant mountain made by the crimson rays of the setting sun fell upon them. One wouldn't miss this chance to appreciate the view but all of them were rather preoccupied.
