(Pedro’s thoughts) W-What the hell!? Why did it go in!?

Unlike the other times, tar formed along the ridgeline as a big hole opened up in front of David. Still pointing the gun towards Pedro, David let go of the trigger, putting his finger onto the side of the gun as he watched Pedro with his eyes sharpening.

Pedro started to leak tar out of his back chest, the hole pouring out hot liquid tar all across the lower ends of his back. His mouth coughing out tar, he slowly turned towards David, his arms around Boris as he flickered his eyes.

(Pedro) Damn you … How did you shoot me?

(David) You’re not a gasman, are you? If you were, then you would’ve been using all kinds of fancy ways to kill us, but you only use oxygen…

David still pointed the barrel of the gun at Pedro, his hand and content yet the chamber was empty. Using his left hand, he pulled out six other special bullets from within his jacket, having them steady in the palm of his hand.

Looking up towards the lich, David let out a little chuckle as a bead of sweat rolled down from Pedro’s right temple.

(David) The fact that your power can work on offense, defense, and support is overbearing. Only blessings can have the power of one or two of those, but never three, unless you use that power system…

Pedro looked down onto the floor, his gaze hardening as he continued to hold Boris hostage, his fingernails digging deep into the skin of the chubby man. As the more David talked to Pedro, the more his eyes widened by the intelligence of the middle-aged man.

(David) It’s a curse huh? Well, it doesn’t affect liches then it does humans. Anyway, about those bullets.

David showcased the red-coated bullets, the metal linings on the top being circular rather than jagged or sharp. Having the palm of his hand open for the world to see, Pedro took a step back as his breathing started to turn haggard.

(David) They’re infused with CO2 gas, not a gas that you’re familiar with. I never thought a day would arrive that I would be using these…

Pedro placed his right hand onto Boris’s head, his large and frail hand cupping the entirety of Boris’s bowl-cut hair, his fingertips feeling the oily hair of the old man. Digging into Boris’s scalp, he put more strength as his gaze unfocused onto David’s.

Loraine, noticing that Pedro’s hand was barely moving freely despite being in the bind, opened her jaw wide as she loosened the grip of the rope.

(Loraine’s thoughts) How is he able to move in my bind?!

Feeling the tightness of the rope, Pedro turned his head towards Loraine, his smile ever present as his eyes were pushed to the sides. Despite his face pushing up, his fingertips on Boris’s head continued to clamp more as Boris felt like his skull was about to cave in.

(Pedro) You don’t want to do this brat, if you make one wrong move, then he’s going to have to pay for it.

Loraine loosened the grip of her rope steadily, her palms coated with cold sweat as her fingers started to wrinkle from the overall water molecules from her hands. Groping the rope with both of her hands, her strength continued to diminish as her legs started to buckle from the way Pedro had a death grip on Boris’s skull.

Suddenly, Pedro then walked out of the bind that held him together with Boris, both getting out as he slowly made his way towards the girl.

(Pedro) You know, girls like you are a threat to this world you know? You think about feelings rather than thoughts. You do things that suit you best versus what suits others.

Walking along the rusted metal floor, the lich’s bare feet squeaked under the dirty floor, creating human footprints along the dusted floor. Having Boris in front of him, Pedro showcased the chubby old man in front of Loraine, her stance diminishing as her mouth started to flicker up and down from the way things were going.

(Pedro) Would you go to lengths for this old man? The man that put you in a survival game to better prepare you for the world?

Many gunshots were heard coming from the back of him.

(Pedro) You’re getting annoying.

Pedro arched his body to the right as he heard the incoming fire from beneath him, his ears perking up at the millisecond that David shot his gun. With his body arched to his side, the incoming bullets soared through the air, sending shockwaves in the rippled air as it managed to make its way into the abyss.

Well, some of the bullets managed to cause Pedro no harm, but as for most of the bullets…

As three to four bullets pierced the air, it found its plan B target being Pedro’s left shoulder, the special types of bullets piercing the white pigment skin. Digging deep inside his body, another course of holes managed to lodge itself deep into the lich’s body, swallowing up the bullets as the black tar digested them.

(Pedro) Don’t you have anything better to do? You keep on shooting me with that same gun over and over again. Don’t you have something else besides shooting?

(David) I think you’re mistaken.

David, wielding the gun with just his right hand, pulled it back towards him as he jammed it into his holster. Still rubbing the metallic metal upon its case, David kept his focus on Pedro, his eyes loosening as he slightly tilted his head to the right.

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Straightening his back, he extended out his left arm, his hand enclosed into a fist almost as if he was about to give Pedro a fist bump.

(David) I don’t shoot a gun because I’m a sharpshooter.

Letting go of the back of the gun that was holstered to his right hip, with the barrel pointing downward, David brought his right arm tucked into his armpit, spreading his legs out as he drew a fighting stance. Opening his palm, all of his five fingers pointed straight at Pedro, the nails of all five of them ragged and sharp.

(David) I shoot a gun because I’m too strong.

A massive cloud of aura circulated David, his stance making Pedro take a step back, causing his arms to loosen dramatically as air got into Boris’s small lungs. Even though Boris opened his mouth to get a wide amount of fresh air, he quickly looked up towards the godly stance that David drew.

Boris' face turned deadly pale, putting a hand towards his chest as his breathing started to turn irregular again.

(Boris) Oh shit …

Pedro looked down at Boris’s face, a bead of sweat dripping down onto Boris’s cheeks as Pedro widened his eyes, shaking his legs uncontrollably. Gulping down an abundance of tar from his throat, Pedro slowly clawed his fingernails onto Boris’s arms, the ragged razor razor-sharp nails making small cuts at his arm.

(Pedro) W-What? Is he portraying his full power?

(Loraine) You done F-U-C-K-E-D up!

Pedro turned his head quickly towards the back of him, his all-black eyes slanting toward the tomboyish girl's voice behind him. Standing behind Pedro, Loraine let out a devilish smirk as she stood up straight, the corners of her lips reaching to the ends of her ears.

Moving her right hand, her fist was clenched hard, posing it as if she was about to punch him, but she stuck out her thumb shortly after. With her thumb, she pointed it to the direction of herself, her feet gripping the rusted floor as her nose flared up.

(Loraine) You should always check where your feet are, mister!

Loraine had her left hand down to the ground, casually having it motionless to the ground. Seeing that Loraine was relaxed, Pedro turned his head down towards where her left arm was, his eyes pinpointing a nylon rope that was trembling with strength.

Pedro turned his head down to where his ankles were…

(Pedro’s thoughts) That little shit!

(Loraine) Hehe … go get em David!

Fortunately for Boris, his feet were not on the ground when Loraine did her little cheat attack. Not being affected by the bind, Boris quickly ran off to avoid getting captured again, his lungs stabbing his chest as he pushed his feet forward toward where Loraine was.

Pedro on the other hand couldn’t walk even if he wanted to, the bind that Loraine did to him eliminated any ways for Pedro to attack or even defend. Not only that, but the special bullets that were lodged in his left shoulder still had the effects of the CO2 gas, the fumes still spreading throughout his body.

Turning his head towards David, he quickly noticed—

(Pedro) W-W-What?! W-Where is he?!

Gone in a whiff of dust, the only trace that David left in his wake was the cloud of dust and rust that circulated his original area.

His breath caught in his putrid throat, Pedro looked around to try to find any sight of David, his eyes squinting at every corner of the nook inside the large building, even watching the fight unfold from the other side.

(Pedro’s thoughts) I just hope Mia doesn’t mess up—

A shocking pain unleashed demonic agony across the contents of his cheekbone.

The air around the surface of his right cheekbone started to break apart as the force of the object forced his entire head to arch back unrealistically.

But it wasn’t a metal object that was hit against him, nor was it a weapon of any sort.

The object felt too warm for anything metallic, the weapon itself being a weapon that humans used at the beginning of time.

(Pedro’s thoughts) Was he holding back all this time?!

In an instant, a small sonic boom made a wall around the entire body surface area of the lich, the deafening thunder of the punch causing his eardrums to burst upon impact.

With his body off the ground, Pedro soon found himself in a flying position, his entire body being pushed by the inertia of the punch. Instead of just normally flying like a pigeon or bird, similar to the level of punches that Luna or Jenny do.

Pedro was flown away like a diving peregrine falcon, the supersonic speed eating away at his white pigmented skin.

In a split second, Pedro hit the rusted wall of the metallic and dirty wall, the oxidation of the metal being dull and weak for any strength put upon it. Being too heavy, the wall that should’ve won over Pedro managed to collapse onto itself, his inertia causing him to break down part of the wall of the factory.

(David’s thoughts) Just one more finishing blow.

His left hand coated with white pigment skin and sticky tar, David started his stance again, his feet not gripped to the floor as his legs relaxed and loosened up. Followed by his arms, his muscles didn’t expand or contract to the way he punched Pedro, his fists not gripping as much as the others would.

But despite his loosened body, with his menacing look, David soon vanished again.

(Pedro’s thoughts) My right cheek! He made a fucking hole in my right cheek!

Clutching his cheek with both of his hands, his hands trembled as the gushing large hole poured a never-ending stream of tar. Being outside of the factory walls, Pedro shut his eyes from the pain, his eyes flickering intensely as his fingernails dug themselves into his nose.

(Pedro’s thoughts) That bastard will pay for this—

A large hand grabbed the hem of his throat, deathly tightening the grip as Pedro found himself being thrown upward to the sky. In a swift motion, Pedro let the motion take him to a couple of stories high off the ground, tar streaming out more as some of it dripped down onto the ground.

Looking down at the ground, he noticed that a middle-aged man looked up at him, the man crouching down as he shook away his fists repeatedly.

(Pedro’s thoughts) Wait! What is he doing!? Don’t tell me he’s…

(David) It’s been a while since I last did this.

Gripping his feet onto the busted-down metal door, David readied his fists, letting the blood flow into his hands as it started to form a reddish pink. With both of his arms, his muscles started to expand vastly more than they should be doing, his large veins sprouting from within his jacket, managing to be seen by the naked eye.

And then David let out a circular arm motion for both of his hands, his left arm moving in a clockwise rotation and his right arm moving in a counterclockwise rotation. At a rapid speed, the air around his arms caused air bubbles to form in between every circular rotation.

(David) I don’t call attacks, but you’re going to love this one!

Pedro then fell as gravity worked against him, the motion of his body leaning closer and closer to the ground. Unfortunately for Pedro, David was soon ready for the incoming lich dropping down onto his little party game.

As soon as Pedro started to take a position for David’s trick, David then waited at the right time when Pedro was just on top of him.

And the right time soon began.

(David) Divine Slab.

Still in the motion of his circular rotation, David thrust his hands at the right time when his hands came into contact with Pedro’s stomach. As if his entire strength was used for this attack alone, David’s body emitted a surging amount of air around him, reverberating the rusty walls and metal around him despite being outside.

The grass and dirt near him swayed with the air motion of the punch, the windows from the top ceiling being shattered as shards of glass splattered into the rusty building.

And then Pedro flew, soaring into the air with a large hole in his stomach. Not being able to see where he was going, David only watched as Pedro was long gone from the building, the shock of the punch forcing his body to travel west.