With a spin kick from Leonard Churchill, and a swift two blasts from the gun jammed on the werewolf's throat, he didn't forget to lift his other gun to aim a shot towards the lady Spirit Communicator, who was preparing to dispatch her own card.
He had seen that Tracy Garcia was in danger trying to save him.
"Bang!"
The gunshot echoed.
A silhouette fell in response.
Tracy glanced at the werewolf that fell next to her, momentarily stunned.
Their eyes met, and she saw a hint of humor in those indifferent eyes, as if she heard a reminder in her ear, "don't lose focus."
Finally, the bob-haired lady snapped out of her surprise.
...
More and more werewolves gathered, making firearms more and more strenuous.
The cunning monsters discovered that the weapons spewing fire posed a deadly threat to them, triggering an instinctual defense.
Despite Leonard Churchill's persistent effort to pinpoint their weakness, his hit rate was declining.
