Nowadays, Phoenix lived a life that was free of violence.
He lived almost like a regular child, except cooler.
Now that there was a group of children who needed saving, he had taken out his pistol once more.
Upon Phoenix's appearance, the children's eyes lit up.
Anthony's arms, which were about to fling Septimo into the fire, froze in mid-air as well.
Something told him that the child that had just popped up was different from the others.
"Put him down, or find out which of these is faster - your hand or my bullet!"
Anthony narrowed his eyes.
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Anthony started speaking. "I'm putting him down. You put your gun down as well. We-"
Before he finished his sentence, he stretched his hand to toss Septimo.
He thought that such tricks could deceive a child, but he was wrong!
Phoenix wasn't just a child.
Nothing escaped his eyes.
