Bang boom swoosh gah
BANG!
Boom.
SWOOSH!
"Gah!"
With each bang, a head exploded.
With each swoosh, a heart was destroyed.
Every time Neia pulled the trigger of her rifle, she, let's just say, put someone out of their misery.
And every time Samur cast his ice spear spell, he took several lives.
Their methods were in no way complex. One just shot using a sniper rifle while the other used a basic magic spell to conjure simple ice spears.
Yet each of their actions took a human life.
The stifled bang of the silenced rifle and the boom of the heads exploding.
The swoosh of the ice spears moving through the air and the pained groans of the people dying.
Together, they formed a simple, yet an eerie cacophony of death.
"You might actually have some talent with the gun," Samur remarked bemusedly.
Neia had proven herself to be an excellent shot; each of the bullets she fired hit their mark without fail.