Walking through the alley, Durin stopped in front of a window and raised his left hand.
Bullet traveled through the thin dirt wall, then burrowed into the skull, lifting the mysterious and beautiful veil of life.
"Speak human."
Big Orange muttered while dialing in on the target.
Fine, the man holding the shotgun fell to the ground, the poor sap with his entire face gone was dead through and through.
Using his left forearm to open the window, he pulled a shock bomb from his waist and tossed it inside.
His right hand holding the pistol aimed at the other side, he kicked open a door and the ax-wielding youth charging out froze. Durin raised an eyebrow, and the youth retreated back into the room with a wry smile, closing his door behind him.
