He was severely wounded and barely alive after the ambush, his artificial arm reduced to an unusable piece of metal, forced to leave the sword in the middle of the battlefield while still carrying the handgun, now barely holding itself together after having the magazine emptied multiple times so few little seconds, yet still standing, limping his way toward the one who planned such a blunder, now fleeing from that vengeful, enraged soul, ready to unleash the final bullet stored in the cylinder inside his head.

Art and story made by  Crownisaidiot