Razor stepped forward, the bazooka resting on his shoulder.
"…Alright," he said calmly. "Let's do this."
Funko smirked.
"…Alright. Bet."
A split second of silence
Then
BANG.
A small blast shot out of the bazooka.
Fast.
Funko tilted his head slightly as it zipped past him and exploded against the wall behind.
"…That it?"
BANG.
Another one.
This time, Funko shifted his body just enough to avoid it.
Then another.
And another.
Razor didn't stop.
Shot after shot fired in rapid succession, each one small, quick, and precise. Not massive explosions. Not slow.
Fast.
Constant pressure.
Funko moved through them, stepping, twisting, ducking.
One grazed his shoulder.
"…Tch."
Another clipped his side, pushing him slightly off balance.
"…Okay…"
Razor kept walking forward, firing without pause.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
The palace walls began to crack from the repeated impacts. Smoke filled parts of the room.
Funko dashed forward
Razor swung his axe.
WHAM.
Funko barely leaned back in time, the blade missing his face by inches.
"…Close."
Another shot fired point blank.
Funko jumped back, the blast hitting the ground where he stood.
"…You're spamming that thing."
Razor didn't respond.
He just kept firing.
The count kept building.
Ten.
Twenty.
Thirty.
Funko's movements got sharper. Faster. But even then, a few shots still slipped through, hitting him lightly, pushing him back bit by bit.
"…He's not aiming to kill me…"
Another shot.
"…He's setting something up."
Forty.
The air grew heavier.
Even Ren, still dealing with guards in the distance, noticed.
"…What is he doing…?"
Forty five.
Funko stepped back again, breathing slightly heavier.
"…Something's off."
Forty eight.
Razor stopped moving.
Forty nine.
He lowered the bazooka slightly.
Then
Fifty.
BANG.
The final small shot fired.
Silence.
Funko frowned.
"…That's it?"
Before he could react
Razor moved.
A massive kick slammed into Funko's chest.
BOOM.
Funko's body flew back across the palace, crashing through stone and skidding across the ground.
He stopped.
Far away.
"…Tch…"
He pushed himself up slightly, looking forward.
"…How far…?"
Razor stood in the distance.
Far.
"…Damn…"
Funko's eyes narrowed.
"…He's out of range."
He clenched his fist.
"…I can't use my creation ability from here…"
A short breath.
"…Forty metre limit…"
Razor lifted the bazooka again.
This time
It wasn't small.
Energy gathered at the barrel.
Building.
Condensing.
"…So that's what it was…" Funko muttered.
"…Fifty shots…"
The energy kept growing.
"…Charging one attack…"
Funko's eyes sharpened.
"…Shit."
He leaned forward
Then sprinted.
Full speed.
The ground cracked beneath his feet as he rushed toward Razor.
"…I need to get closer "
Too late.
Razor aimed.
"…You're finished."
The energy reached its peak.
Then
BOOOOOOM.
A massive beam erupted from the bazooka, tearing through the palace, swallowing everything in its path as it rushed straight toward Funko.
Light filled the entire room.
To Be Continued!