Mollinger reappeared instantly, not behind Halmu, but above him, spinning in mid-air with impossible agility.
The second barrel of his gun fired. This time, the projectile was a highly concentrated beam of pure kinetic energy, striking Halmu's head with surgical precision.
CRACK!
Halmu's head snapped back, the blow rattling his formidable skull, and he roared in enraged frustration. This was not the clumsy human he expected.
Mollinger landed lightly, the recoil of his gun seemingly nonexistent for his immense strength.
He didn't just fight with his gun; he fought as if his gun was a part of him, an extension of his will.
Halmu roared, his speed a blur as he spun the Annihilator, sending a wave of black energy in a circle around him.
Mollinger didn't evade. With a surprising, almost casual flip, he brought the massive gun up like a shield.
The heavy weapon, radiating a pulsating silver aura, met the wave of dark energy head-on.
CLANG-SHIIING!
