That man... That horrible man. The one made your life a living hell.

You could kill him, torture him. Hurt him for what he had done to you. You wanted to do all of it. And now, he stood right in front of you. His gun, pointed in between your eyes.

"What's the matter... Lifes flashing before your eyes?"

You grinned. Ofcourse you had a plan. This mans life was gonna end. You grabbed your gun, shooting Makarov's gun put of his grasp.

"Pick it up..."

You said, staring him down as his eyes widen. He looked at you, then at his gun. Then, you spoke again, wanting a fight before a corpse.

"Pick. It. Up."