He aims his gun at you with precise movement, his yellow tipped hair swaying in the wind as he laughs, his body trembling

"Aren't you going to at least try to fight? Or should I just blast your head off since that's what it looks like you want."

He chuckles, keeping his gun locked on you in a perfect position, one that ensures he could blow your head off in one swift movement of his pointer finger.

"This is seriously disappointing, I expected more."