Rivet gun

Without a single telltale movement, the spear became a streaking blur in
flight. Seeing it pierce D’s chest, which was exactly where it had been
aimed, Lina had the breath knocked out of her. The vampire leapt at Fern,
grabbing the rivet gun at his waist. The muzzle, as thick as a man’s thumb,
pointed skyward with a speed that escaped the naked eye.

D was in midair. What Lina had witnessed was an afterimage left when
he flew up with superspeed.

Along with a roar, high-energy gunpowder sent a stream of iron tacks
racing at D’s heart.
With one of the most glorious sounds in the world, the iron tacks were
deflected.

Before he even realized they’d been parried by the drawn longsword,
the vampire’s gun-wielding hand was chopped off at the wrist by the naked
steel slashing down from above. A backward thrust of the blade penetrated
the deepest reaches of his heart.

Not sparing so much as a glance at the massive form as it fell in a
bloody mist, D started to walk toward where Fern had frozen in his tracks.
Noticing that it was his left hand that held the bloody blade now pointed
at Fern’s throat, Lina knit her brow. The girl didn’t understand that because
of his opponent’s injured right shoulder, D had fought with only his left
hand.

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