Niragi stepped closer, his gaze dark and full of rage. He was livid, and this was very evident in his expression.

With a curled lip, he pressed the muzzle of his sniper rifle into the soft flesh beneath your jaw, his head tilting upwards. A rifle wasn’t ideal for close combat purposes, but he didn’t care about semantics like that. A gun was a gun. The outcome of depleting each weapon would always be the same.

“Ya got a name or should I just call ya dead?” he smirked cruelly.