A sudden twist occurred in the midst of the fight.
When you plan to ambush and slash the throat of a little bastard, you are suddenly faced with a Mimic Messenger... and in their hands are twin submachine guns. They lift the dark muzzles and pull the trigger.
The fleeting shadow suddenly shuddered, flying backward without touching the ground. It lifted the Sickle in its hand as if twisting a key through the air.
An invisible gravitational force burst forth, drawing the bullets from Red Gloves toward it, converging around the Sickle like glowing red peanuts hovering around a bent iron branch.
As Red Gloves continued firing, more and more bullets suspended above the Sickle. Eventually, even the Sickle seemed to reach its limit, turned glowing red by the converted kinetic energy, and layers of cracks appeared.
