Blood slipped down her face, dropping onto the dark red dagger. The blade seemed to absorb the vitality from the blood, visibly lengthening, transforming into a ten-foot-long sword in the blink of an eye.
Jack the Ripper stood up, changed his grip on the dagger to that of a katana, his dark, night-like eyes reflecting the figure of Blue Arc.
Andrew lifted his head from the scope, his muttering voice coming from the auction stage: "I'm serious... You two are really a nuisance, having you here makes shooting troublesome! Otherwise, this Blue-whatever guy would have been dead by my hand already. Didn't you see all my bullets making an effort?!"
"Shut up, or I'll kill you too." Jack the Ripper said coldly.
"Be careful or I'll stuff your head into a slot machine as a prize." Anluns said with a smile.
Blue Arc hung his head low, blood trickling from the shattered armor, flowing down amidst broken gauntlets, splashing onto the floor.
