Pablo held his Colt.
It glowed in white light and it was ready to correct the darkness.
El'Dorado had his machete with him.
It was called Widow and it burned with black flames ready to devour the light. It wasn't the original one but it was still enough.
Both beings stared at each other, none of them moved.
The thousand Angels were behind the dragon king but the king couldn't care less about them. He only wanted the death of Pablo. He would kill Pablo and the Angels would subdue on their own.
The soldiers standing on the Crucible watched the scene closely and they had stopped thinking about anything. They had never expected that they would see such things and Pablo would be able to do things like this. Now they were just bystanders and lucky to see all of this.
