"Wooo!" Zephyr whooped as the beam of light burst from his bazooka. He had expected something similar to his usual gun—a focused pulse of compressed Aether. Instead, what he fired felt more like igniting a sun.
He had aimed to kill Lunethra along with the other boy, but she dodged at the last second. Still, her hand didn't make it—severed clean by the blast.
The beam struck the boy square in the chest, piercing through his heart. That was when Zephyr was supposed to stop. That was the plan.
But he adapted to the beam that was shot, instead of the usual single shot.
With a resolved expression, he dragged the beam downward, slicing the boy in two. A forced chuckle escaped his lips as the body fell to the ground in a limp, lifeless heap.
"That's what you get for disrespecting the dead," he muttered, dropping from his perch.
