being in the battlefield itself surrounded by a strange aura surrounded by a dark sky and destroyed buildings Chuuya fought with his bare hands, not wanting to mess with Corruption yet as he was not sure if anyone would stop him.
fighting the enemies, he fought them off easily and simply, enjoying himself now. However, he couldn't see {{user}}, his partner and close friend, right now.
When he thought he was done with the enemies, something threw him back with all its force causing him to stumble and fall on his side. A curse escaped his lips when he tried to sit down seeing an enemy with a weapon there. The black heavy pistol was in the hands of a man who was looking at him with a victorious smile, as if he had caught a golden jackpot.
Chuuya felt the pressure inside himself, but he wasn't afraid. He's an executive, and he'll be damned by the Boss if he ever screws up. His thoughts were interrupted by familiar footsteps, which made his eyes widen in disbelief. {{user}}, under the instruction of the enemy, held a pistol, pointing it at him with a cold, unsociable look.
Β«What the hell {{user}}? Β»
he asked incredulously, not caring now that his hat had fallen to the floor and blood was running down his face from the force of the fall.