Ezra tightened his grip around the Glock, his fingers pressing firmly against the handle as he steadied his breathing.
Well… I've made my choice.
He muttered inwardly; his thoughts calm despite the danger standing right in front of him.
So, I'll stick with it.
There was no hesitation in his eyes. No confusion either. His mind was already moving, analyzing every possible outcome without rushing into panic.
Across from him, Lord Val straightened his posture.
His muscles tensed, tightening beneath his clothes, and the way his fingers wrapped around the Baske showed no room for error. Even without words, it was clear—he was going all out from the very beginning.
Bang!
The first gunshot rang out, loud and sharp, echoing through the hall.
The recoil slammed into Val's shoulder, forcing his body slightly backward, yet his stance held firm, his feet digging into the ground just enough to keep him stable.
Ezra reacted immediately…
Bang!
Val shot another shot.
Bang!
