BRRRRRRRRRRRT!
The gun roared to life.
Bullets tore into the man's belly, and the effect was immediate and catastrophic.
Flesh exploded outward in wet chunks.
Blood sprayed in a wide arc, painting the grass a deep, glistening red.
The man's body convulsed violently, jerking with each impact like he was being electrocuted.
But Luca didn't stop.
He moved the barrel upward, tracing a path of destruction across the man's torso.
Ribs shattered. Organs liquefied.
The man's screams were muffled by the gag, reduced to wet, gurgling sounds that were somehow worse than if they'd been clear.
The elves watched in frozen horror.
Some clutched each other. Some covered their mouths. Some simply stared, unable to look away, unable to process what they were seeing.
When the barrel finally clicked empty, the gun fell silent.
Smoke curled from the barrel.
And where a man had been kneeling moments before, there was now...nothing recognizable.
