Saliva shot out of the Bounty Hunter's mouth as it collided with the wall with devastating force.
'What the hell just happened?' The creature's thoughts scattered as it peeled itself from the crater, four of its eight arms bracing against crumbling stone. Dust and debris rained down around its shoulders.
A Grim Reaper had struck it. That much was clear. But Reapers didn't hit like that. This wasn't the strength of someone who'd earned their rank through bureaucracy and soul-collecting quotas.
The Bounty Hunter's remaining arms reached for the oversized weapons strapped to its back, fingers closing around worn grips. It had to get back inside. The target was still in there somewhere, probably using this chaos to slip away into the crowds.
But Azel was already coming through the shattered entrance, boots crunching over broken stone.
