Minutes earlier…
Duke waltzed across the battlefield outside the city. On his hand was a handgun. When one goon showed up from the side, he quickly shot the man down through the head. He then clicked a button to drop the empty magazine before replacing it with the last one he had.
Just as fabled, the angel of death would let the wind ride his light beige coat. The stark moonlight reflected on his entirety as if making him glow. Every enemy who happened to lay their eyes on the angel would die, and the dying allies would be saved. However, since they were all spread thinly around the city's perimeter, Duke had no allies to speak of.
