Let the Deathmatch begin III

"Bang!"

Simlo's voice reverberated through the tense air, his commanding tone resolute as he expertly manipulated the signal to the waiting sniper. 

With consummate precision, the sniper's finger tightened on the trigger, unleashing a thunderous gunshot that shattered the stillness. The bullet erupted from the barrel, propelled forward with astonishing velocity, hurtling towards its target—Divanchi.

Veronica, her eyes widening in disbelief, was jolted from her momentary stupor. Reacting swiftly, she unsheathed her gleaming sword and surged forward with a determined resolve, her heart pounding in sync with each step. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she closed the distance, her body moving in perfect synchronization with her intent.