Bang! Bang! Bang!

The scent of gunpowder lingered in the air, and the loud shots echoed through the darkness.

Lucas was a born hunter, always had been, and always would be. His reputation in the Crimson Blade was crucial to this mission.

Let's start from the beginning, shall we?

The mission: eliminate or capture the lone assassin who had managed to disrupt the Crimson Blade. He was the "Thorn" of the Crimson Blade.

A bullet whizzed past his head, and another low curse escaped his lips. Apparently, you've proven to be a formidable opponent.

A smile tugged at his lips as his low rumble echoed in the darkness.

"Well, aren't you fun?"