Storm, his wrist now useless, transferred his remaining pistol to his left hand, ignoring the searing pain.
His eyes, usually cool and calculating, were now wide, filled with a cold, terrifying madness.
He had watched his entire defense shattered, his associates beaten, and now his last hopes destroyed.
Halmu turned back, raising the monstrous sword again, ready to finish Storm.
"Time's up, Gunslinger."
"No," Storm rasped, his voice raw. "Your time is up."
He didn't aim. He didn't use a specialized Aura skill. He simply unleashed the full, insane power of his weapon, overriding every tactical impulse he possessed.
KINETIC OVERLOAD!
Storm squeezed the trigger of his remaining pistol and held it down. The weapon, fueled by a torrent of raw, desperate Aura, erupted in a continuous, deafening roar.
It was no longer a gun; it was a screaming, sustained artillery cannon.
