Gunnar slides three silver coins.

“One mug of your strongest,” Gunnar pulls the stool under him, sitting.

The bartender placed a mug and filled it with their finest.

“Here you go, sir.”

Gunnar takes a sip of the beer. It was eerily quiet. Gunnar felt the people’s gazes burning in his skull. A cloaked man takes a seat next to him. A dagger sheathed on his side.

“Gunnar “Gun” Ruzure, am I right?” The cloaked man spoke. Their voice is cold and emotionless.

“That’s me,” Gunnar smirked as he took another sip. The alcohol slid down his throat, burning.

“I’d like your autograph,” the cloaked man took out a bounty poster.

He tapped on the “dead” text. The bounty had a reward of 100 gold coins.

“Since I’m generous, I’ll give it to ya,” Gunnar suddenly shifts his weight.

His fist aimed for the cloaked man’s face. The man jumped out of the way. Gunnar’s fist punched the air, blowing a gaping hole in the wooden wall.

“You’re pretty fast, aren’t you, bounty hunter?” Gunnar’s lips curled into a smirk.

The customers yelled and scrambled away.

“Please refrain from—“ the bartender’s eyes widened as the situation escalated.

The cloaked man unsheathes their dagger and lunges.

“How cliche,” Gunnar cracked his knuckles and lunged.

Gunnar throws a punch, but the cloaked man dodges. Their blade shoots out to pierce Gunnar’s stomach. The punch’s force sends the furniture flying, crashing through the wall.

Gunnar doubles down, making their body hard as steel. The cloaked man’s eyes widened as the dagger’s blade chipped off.

“I’ll show you why I am called Gun,” a grin etched across Gunnar’s face.

Gunnar shifts his weight, hammering a punch to the cloaked man’s face. Gunnar’s fist crackles with red lightning, veins etched across his arm and fist. The cloaked man crashed through the wall, tumbling on the floor.

Debris clouded the outside, creating dirt trails where the man had tumbled. Gunnar walked through the gaping hole in search of the cloaked man.

“I didn’t punch him too harshly, did I?” Gunnar yelled.

Suddenly, blood spurts from his mouth, and dozens of slashes cover his lean body. He turns around and spots a blonde-haired young man dressed in fancy armor.

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“Azrael Moonlight!” Gunnar clenched his teeth as his shoulders slumped.

“You aren’t the cloaked man,” Gunnar’s hands clenched, forming a tight fist.

“The cloaked man is dead; you killed him. He was a trap to capture you,” Azrael twirls his sword.

His blue eyes glimmered under the moonlight. The gentle breeze tousled Azrael's blond hair.

“You were a disgrace. The son of a witch,” Azrael sauntered to Gunnar.

Gunnar’s eyes widened as neck veins bulged.

“You greyed-eyed disgrace.”

Gunnar shifts his weight, hammering a punch. Azrael sidesteps with lightning speed. He swung his sword, slicing Gunnar’s stomach. Gunnar clenched his teeth as he wailed his fist.

“You don’t say ANYTHING about her!” Gunnar yelled.

Azrael continued to dodge with ease.

“You were such an anomaly. You didn’t have any magic, yet you’re this strong?” Azrael slashed Gunnar’s leg.

A red aura surrounds Gunnar’s body. Gunnar roared as he started to charge up. Azrael shields himself with his arm as Gunnar’s aura strikes the ground, the trees, and the rocks, decimating them.

Gunnar’s long black hair flowed, dancing in the howling wind. He pounced at Azrael. Azrael deflects Gunnar’s fist, and a blue aura surrounds his sword.

“You’re a beast,” Azrael scoffed.

“A mindless beast,” Azrael pierced Gunnar’s stomach.

Gunnar’s mouth was agape as blood splattered. The red liquid slithers down Azrael’s blade.

“Goodbye, disgrace. Like mother like son,” Azrael retracts his sword, cleaning the blade with a cotton cloth.

He turns his heel. Azrael's eyes widened as the grounds started to tremble. He turned around and saw Gunnar standing up. Gunnar’s hair began to flow. Azrael clutched his sword and lunged.

He finds himself getting pushed back by Gunnar’s aura. His feet drag on the grass, creating a dirt trail.

“What’s going on,” Azrael’s eyes widened as the sky crackled.

The ground cracked, lifting some of the earth’s crust. The red aura strikes everything within reach. Azrael deflects the attacks with his sword. A red beam shot out from the sky, engulfing Gunnar’s body.

Azrael’s body flies back, crashing through the flying crusts. His body rolls on the grass. The sky cracked, and lightning struck. The rain started to pour on the ground.

Azrael’s eyes widened as he saw the transformation and his heart pounds.

“No! It can’t be! I thought this was a myth?!” Azrael clenched his teeth.

Gunnar’s eyes opened, and he lashed at Azrael.

“I’m going to kill you,” Gunnar punches Azrael up in the air.

Gunnar jumps vertically, meeting Azrael. He retracts his fist. It connects with Azrael’s face. Azrael’s body crashes into a mountain. Blood slithered down his neck.

Gunnar lands on the ground on the balls of his feet. He presses all his strength on his quads, leaping into the air. He crashes into Azrael, breaking through the mountain. They crash on the ground, forming a crater.

Gunnar raised his fist and began pummeling Azrael’s body.

“I’m going to kill you!” Gunna roared as the crater grew bigger and bigger.

Rain pelts on Gunnar’s skin. The pain takes over his body, but he ignores it.

Azrael’s face rebounds from each hit, blood splattering in the air.

Gunnar’s mouth is agape as blood gushes on Azrael's face. Azrael is barely breathing.

“One last… hit, the Gun’s Fist,” Gunnar raised his fist, concentrating all his power on his right fist.

With a final roar, Gunnar smashed his fist on Azrael's face. The bones in his arm shattered, and his fingers lopsided. Azrael’s face melts, sticking to Gunnar’s fist. Gunnar pants heavily as black circles swim in his vision. Subtly, the sky cracks like a mirror.

I won, but at what cost? I was acknowledged as a monster because I had grey eyes. They did unspeakable things to my mother, then burned her. Would she want this? Would she like her son to become a brute? I killed the person who commanded those orders.

Gunnar’s eyes closed as his head hit Azrael’s melted face. The rain pelts his skin soothingly.

I got my revenge. I can rest now.