With a click of his fingers, Raven hastened his reflexes and turned to face his stalker. Holding his hand as if clutching a flintlock, he took a deep breath, his eyes focused on the shadow moving towards him. A flare of red flickered through the eyes of the vampire, but the moment it tried to rush the dark mage, an ear-piercing bang shot from Raven's direction.
Realizing just in time what had happened, the monster dodged the dark-iron ball as it darted towards his body. Despite that, standing frozen in shock after dodging, he glanced at Raven with profound confusion.
'A rifle?!' The click of the primitive gun ejecting a hollow shell, chilled the vampire down to the spine. A gun, a rifle, a weapon of war only ever used by a member of Nightsilver's party. Nobody in this world knew how to replicate it, and yet somehow, this dark mage had conjured a perfect replica of it?
"HOW?!" He screamed, his feet backing away on their own.
