Bola ran while responding, occasionally drawing the silvery Revolver to shoot at the shadows behind.
"Is this the fun you guys are talking about? You should try being stand-up comedians."
Erin was also caught up in their pace.
"Not impossible, but that'll have to wait until retirement; side hustles like this are against the Purification Mechanism regulations!"
As Bola continued speaking, burning debris hit his leg, causing him to stumble but he quickly caught up, cursing angrily.
Though everyone seemed at ease, their calmness varied. For Red Falcon, it was just his personality, naturally a bit absent-minded, while Bola felt a sense of desperation, as if resigning to fate in a hopeless situation.
So, where's the assassination?
