Cid - Point Blank

I grab them both by their throats.

“L-let go of me!”

“Sh-shoot him! Shoot him dead!”

They press their guns against my forehead and fire from point-blank.

One ptchoo rings out, then another.

They keep coming until their magazines are empty.

Once the men run out of bullets, the ptchoos are replaced by a hollow click, click, click.

“H-how?! How is this guy not hurt?!”

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Volume 4, Chapter 6