{SOUL BREAKER}! [2/2]

[Stefan and his party seemed to have been able to escape via an underground tunnel. They should be safe from what is to come.]

Sunday's body got absolutely mangled. My head got blown off. My arms turned to spaghetti. Even my torso got punctured with large holes. The only thing I made sure not to hit was my neck and my hips. Even with most of my body destroyed, I kept my legs firmly around Gaspar.

He stopped shouting. Given that a 95 mm destroyed my face, it was safe to say his was also in the same state. Yet despite the pain, my avatars didn't stop firing. Even though we smashed 40mm grenades into Gaspar, none of them exploded.

This was simply because they could not prime due to insufficient spins. The same was true for the HEAT rockets. Only as they were longer, they were like spears that nailed Gaspar and me on the floor. But I wasn't worried. After all, as more and more 40mm sacred got buried into Gaspar the better my final move would be.