As the acrid smell of gunpowder permeated the air, one undeniable truth settled in the minds of the spectators: Marcus's audacious stance under gunfire wasn't some theatrical display of arrogance.
Beneath that beastly facade, he bore a distinctive ability that neutralized the impact of conventional arms. His resilience and regenerative powers made him an adversary that bullets alone couldn't defeat. The battle had just begun to reach its zenith.
Alan, however, grappled with a pressing dilemma. The familiar weight of his [Luger] seemed lighter, a stark reminder of the diminishing cache of unique 19mm bullets he possessed. Each shot fired brought him closer to exhausting his ammunition reserve, a prospect he wasn't prepared to face, especially not for this singular confrontation with Marcus.
