The Soldier Burned in Darkness

Is survival even worth it at this point? Valefar thought. He cherished his life, and he wasn't gonna let himself be put down like a fucking dog by the former soldier and human in front of him. 

"What is survival to you know Denton!?" Valefar exclaimed as he charged on. The flames within him were burning inside, and he extended his arms, allowing a beam of flames to burst out and shoot itself forward to Denton. 

Denton shifted to the right, before he fired a bullet from Brennan M1. Valefar's eyes shot themselves to the right, and he immediately dodged the damn bullet, nearly hitting his ear. 

"I ain't never felt a damn thing even after all the fighting I've done with this thing."

"Fuck's sake, what the hell were you doing after the war?"

"Let's just say a couple of cities needed some help with some problems, in the form of would be criminals and murderers."

"Son of a-" Valefar started. "So you did some drip work did you!?"