He changed direction.
A demon tried intercepting him.
Its jaw exploded beneath Andrew's fist.
Another monster jumped from a rooftop.
Andrew threw his scythe.
The blade spun once.
Twice.
Three times.
The monster split apart.
He caught the returning weapon without slowing down.
One hybrid.
Dead.
Another.
Dead.
A third attempted to flee.
Andrew grabbed its leg.
Swung it into two demons.
Then crushed its skull beneath his boot.
"...Three left."
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Minutes later—
The last hybrid collapsed.
Andrew pulled his scythe free.
"...Finally."
A faint movement appeared behind him.
A cultist.
Blade raised.
Andrew didn't even turn.
Before the blade descended—
Bang.
The cultist's head exploded.
Andrew blinked.
"...Hoh?"
Then grinned.
"...I knew that attack was coming, by the way."
He turned toward the source of the gunshot.
A man stood atop the remains of a broken wagon.
Long black coat.
Crimson suit.
Wide-brimmed hat.
Two pistols.
Completely still.
Andrew immediately spun his scythe into position.
His free hand rested on his holstered pistol.
"...You don't look too much of a friendly."
The stranger wasn't offended.
"If I were your enemy..."
"...You'd already be dead."
"You should thank—"
Bang.