Throttled

As Alastor got inside the vehicle, he quickly aimed to jab the enemy at the nose, momentarily stammering them. One of the enemies manages to kick his front, but along the way he pulled out a handgun out from the pocket of the enemy he stammered.

In a moment of rushed, Alastor balance was shaken as well as the others in place of the vehicle in front of them had briefly decreased its speed.

Alastor forcefully aimed and killed one. The second attempt was a missed and pierce through to the other vehicle. Ken who was steering the wheel in the way of the enemies nearly got shot at his right.

His voice raised in concerned. “I’m right here! Currently taking over the enemies’ vehicle! You might want to watch where you’re shooting at!”

“No shit, Sherlock!”

Alastor responded and set loose the gun. His sword hiss against the scabbard as Alastor slowly take out the weapon.