Sixth.
CLANG!
Another deflection.
Andrew clicked his tongue.
"Crazy bitch."
Then—
BANG!
The seventh shot.
Akari's eyes narrowed.
Her scythe flashed.
SHING!
The blade met the bullet perfectly.
The projectile split cleanly in half.
Both pieces flew harmlessly past her shoulders.
Silence.
Andrew slowly lowered the smoking revolver.
"..."
"..."
He looked at the barrel.
Then at Akari.
"...Crazy fucker."
He reached for another round.
Almost.
Almost.
A metallic click echoed.
Akari vanished.
"Dammit."
She was already in front of him.
Her scythe swept horizontally.
Andrew barely shoved the unfinished revolver between himself and the blade.
CLANG!
The pistol screamed under the impact.
Sparks exploded.
Andrew laughed.
"You might hurt someone with that."
He shoved Akari backward.
The revolver spun into its holster.
His other hand reached behind him.
SHING!
His blue single-edged scythe unfolded.
The enormous blade gleamed beneath the afternoon sun.
Akari retreated two steps.
Both weapons rose.
Then—
They collided.
CLANG!
Andrew swung with terrifying force.
Akari redirected the strike.
She slipped underneath his follow-up.
Her scythe skimmed past his ribs.