The boy's left cheek was against, no, was pinched by a sharp blade, between the index finger and the middle finger, a finely-made rune circuit graced the sword, which could not advance a step further. With the skill of picking a flower, he miraculously managed to catch the short, enchanted sword at the last moment.
The man's left hand was clutching a hollow cylindrical pipe, similar to a P38 semi-automatic pistol, embossed with silver ivy patterns. The chambered 9mm bullet was infused with a spell that had an anti-demon effect. But the gun wasn't pointed at the heart, the barrel's deviation meant it would only hit the shoulder muscle even if the trigger was pulled.
Sword and gun.
These two elegantly designed weapons reflected a heart-throbbing metallic shine, pressing close to their respective targets.
"Something to add, during the previous fight, I was the only one who fought on the frontline candidly."
