"…Embrace danger… Be crazy!"
Kael grinned—it was even crazier than Leroy's grins—and he then leaped towards the crazed Primal.
To some onlookers, it was as if he was jumping towards the jaws of death, as Kael's only chance at victory was from long range.
Outlaws wasn't a class for close-quarters combat, while Primal was. Thus, he was intentionally putting himself at a disadvantage.
"Want to die? Fine by me!"
Leroy roared, brought his fist forward, and thrust it towards Kael's face—it grazed past his head as he ducked.
And then, Leroy came face-to-face with the barrel of a black revolver, and the hooked finger pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The bullet landed in the middle of Leroy's eyes, right at the bridge of his nose, and it clearly rocked his brain to its core.
It made Leroy suffer from some balance issues.
"Fucker!"
Leroy whipped his arm around, but Kael ducked underneath it, circled to his side, and put the barrel of his revolver right against Leroy's ear.
