BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM
In that single, razor-thin moment —at the exact instant the purple-skinned man let his final word slip from his lips— the six Destruction Note Support ship cannons thundered as one, their barrels blazing with merciless intent.
"...?!"
The purple-skinned man slid his left foot back, stunned that they had actually fired at him again. His muscles tightened instinctively as he shifted into a full offensive stance, his posture radiating readiness to meet all six incoming shots head-on without flinching.
But—
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All six shots screamed past him, grazing the air beside his body before shooting straight behind him— then detonating violently.
BOOOOOOOOOOM
"...?"
