And there, in the middle of a supernatural battle, father and son were united again. This feeling was reflected in the intense looks they exchanged.
Fergus moved the bullets to different points, and a few seconds later, individual screams of pain were heard from the invaders. He continued with the same frequency as the wounded voices of the mercenaries grew louder. He had found a way to send every blow back to his enemy sender, in the form of a reflection attack. The small success he achieved, however, didn’t last long.
The shots had doubled, with Williams taking the lead. "Faster crooks. Shake your legs!"
Water had just gone under the final bridge of the disaster. Fergus stood short and took an exploratory look at Williams. Who was this man he was attacking him with so much hatred, and
