The giant pipe launched Andrew out of the warehouse.
CRASH!
He smashed through a stack of wooden crates before rolling across the dirt road.
"...Tch."
He pushed himself up.
Cracked his neck.
Then wiped a thin streak of blood from the corner of his mouth.
"...That fucking hurts."
Dust drifted from the warehouse entrance.
Slowly—
A figure emerged.
The assassin.
Scythe resting over one shoulder.
Silent.
Watching.
Andrew grinned.
"...Playtime's over."
His right hand moved.
CLACK.
The massive pistol left its holster.
A custom-built revolver.
Ridiculously oversized.
Ridiculously powerful.
Andrew raised it.
"Catch."
BANG!
The first shot exploded from the barrel.
Akari disappeared.
The bullet shattered the wall behind her.
BANG!
Second shot.
She twisted sideways.
Miss.
BANG!
Third shot.
She leaped over it.
Andrew narrowed his eyes.
"Fast."
BANG!
The fourth shot came almost instantly.
Akari bent backward.
Completely backward.
The bullet passed mere centimeters above her nose.
"...The hell?"
BANG!
Fifth shot.
CLANG!
Her scythe intercepted it.
The bullet ricocheted into the sky.
BANG!