Chapter Three: First Blood
The creature sprayed bullets at Benign but the soldier brilliantly dodged as he could tell where they would hit.
The revolver intrigued him, though it probably wasn't called that in this realm.
Each hit didn't seem lethal, and he questioned what would happen if it did hit him squarely. But he didn't plan to do anything with the curiosity till he had handled the problem.
He got closer and swiped an uppercut to the creature, held its arms and bent the wrist. The revolver easily fell off.
"Can I keep the weapon?"
[Yes.]
The grin returned to his face when he sighted a sickle on the creature's waist.
Morality whiffed past his mind as he's about to kill a weak and defenceless creature. But his fast adaptability honed with merciless acts on the battlefield steeled his resolve.
