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"?!"
/SWING!/
/BAAAAM!!/
Suddenly, as Dale turned his head to face the man holding the unusual device, intending to finish him off and move, he quickly swung his sword above him with incredulous speed, intercepting a bullet with such strength that the moment they collided, the factory shook from the pressure!
/TREMBLE!/
/CLANG!/
/Frown…/
Dale focused as he turned around, and for a moment, the world slowed down.
'That would've hurt. My hand's tingling...'
Limited to only his body and nothing else, he hadn't really much to say about enemies who couldn't even make him sweat... But this strike made him reconsider.
From the start, he wasn't putting in too much work. But it didn't mean he left his guard down.
