"Die, demon!"
Three demigods managed to get within three meters of Uncle Ziggy and attack, all three of them thrusting their spears at him, thinking they could use the range to their advantage.
But they were mistaken.
Uncle Ziggy smirked and spun his left revolver, three shell cases falling out as his other hand moved and sheathed the other revolver.
Then, like the gunslinger he is, he flicked his hand, and three bullets appeared, each coated in a very tough metal.
Those were gifts Klaus gave him a few days before the planet's awakening. He had used some, but he still had quite a few left.
Smoke came from the muzzle of the revolver.
Then, with a smile on his face, his hand holding the bullets spun the cylinder, and the three bullets were inserted, each insertion accompanied by a trigger pull.
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*
The spears that came at him stopped mere inches away from him. The next moment, they fell alongside the three demigods.
