A Ruckus In The Forest (1)

*BANG*

The loud echo of gunshot thundered throughout the house and even spread out to the forest surrounding Farrel's little home.

The gunshot appeared out of nowhere unexpectedly, catching everyone, not excluding Farrel, off guard.

And with such a close distance between him and the three men, there was no way for Farrel to dodge the firearm's attack in practically almost point-blank range.

And of course, even Farrel, the strongest shaman in the world, wasn't able to dodge the bullet as it hit him squarely on his forehead.

However, the bullet that was supposed to have pierced through Farrel's human skin and broken through his skull didn't do what it was supposed to do.

*plop*

A small bullet, one that was only as big as a toenail, could be heard and seen falling into the floor of the house.

And for Farrel who was supposed to have his head popped open by the gunshot still sat comfortably on his chair, the part where the bullet hit him only reddened a little as if someone gave him a flick on his forehead.

"Come on guys, you were supposed to do your homework first before deciding to kill someone! Even someone like me still does that first!"

Farrel then abruptly extended his hand forward, his palm half closed as if he was grasping onto something.

The moment his hand rose, the man who held the gun suddenly lost all the air in his lungs as a gripping sensation, one that was strong enough to prevent his nose from taking another breath constricted his chest.

The gun that he held firmly in his hand fell as both of his hands were now placed right in front of his left chest where his heart should be.

His hands pressed hard on his chest, and his body flailed around everywhere, kicking the chairs and table around him as he tried to free his body from whatever it was that was responsible for squeezing his heart.

Unfortunately, only a second had passed and before the man or the two other men could do anything else, Farrel closed his palm, turning it into a fist.

The second his hand stopped moving and formed a closed fist, so did the struggling man.

Like a drone that ran out of batteries mid-flight, no matter where it was or what it was doing, the man just collapsed on the floor with his eyes still open, falling head first onto the edge of the table, opening up a cut that dyed Farrel's floor crimson red.

With the quick fall of the first victim, it didn't take longer than a split second for the fight to break out.

Farrel tried to do the same thing again to the other standing man, but the man who sat on the chair instantly acted when he saw Farrel trying to do the grasping motion once again.

Kicking the table with his knees as hard as he could, the man violently jerked the table upward and sent it in Farrel's direction, pushing Farrel's hand out of the way as he regrouped with the other man.

Farrel used his elbows to prevent the table from hitting him as he himself repositioned his sitting body to stand upward, standing on the stance that he perfected after countless battles with other shamans and people that tried to kill him before.

The two men pulled out their guns, staying close to each other as they gained some distance between themselves and Farrel.

Without anything standing between the two sides, the two men started pulling the triggers of their guns repeatedly, sending no less than a dozen bullets in Farrel's way.

Not afraid of the bullets, Farrel ignored them and started beelining towards the two men, letting the bullets bounce off his body as if they were only bb bullets.

Farrel could deflect those kinds of bullets just fine, but it certainly took a lot of his and his ghosts' energy to do so.

To prevent wasting too much of his and the ghosts' energies, Farrel decided to do something.

"Bahuwirya!" Calling out the 6 meters tall ghost, Farrel sent out his thoughts to the giant ghost.

Without a second delay, a huge, terrifying presence filled the room as now a giant ghost could be seen standing right behind Farrel, rooting the two men frozen in their place as they lost the ability to control their own bodies.

Farrel used the opportunity to close the few meters distance between him and the two men in just a split second.

Just when Farrel was about to release his punch to the two men that stood side by side, the man who stood in the front suddenly regained control of his own body and quickly did a sideways roll.

Farrel didn't expect the man to suddenly release himself out of his hex, but it wasn't anything too uncommon with the fights that he had with other shamans and it did nothing for him to not adapt his initial plan.

With only one target to hit, Farrel channeled the energy that Bahuwirya sent into his body and put it into his right fist before punching the other frozen man squarely on his chest.

The addition of his own strength and Bahuwirya's power, a strength that couldn't be produced by ordinary humans no matter how long they trained filled Farrel's fist as it hit the man's chest.

The man's sternum could only do so much to stand against the impact and a resounding crack soon filled the room as the man's chest caved in.

The ribs that were supposed to protect a human's upper body instead became a weapon that stabbed the man's organs, bleeding him from the inside as his own ribs impaled his heart and lungs deep enough that it took him no longer than a second to puke out blood and fell on the floor.

Also dyeing Farrel's floor with more crimson red.

The one man that left standing saw all this with his own eyes, the pitch-black sunglasses was unable to hide the fear and horror that he felt to the very core of his being.