Power Of Weapons (Fixed)
The students were so close to exiting the academy, they had run using all of their strength, believing that past the walls was safety. That was when they saw the intruder appearing like a guard blocking their way.
Immediately, the students stopped. None of them had thoughts of trying to best this person, to try and take him on after seeing so many fail, seeing so many dead. Some were unable to move, while others had turned away.
New items appeared in the intruder's hands; they were bigger than what he had been using so far, and the wicked smile remained present on his face.
Scar had lifted his hands and pulled the trigger, holding on. Rather than the constant single bangs the students had heard, they instead heard a continuous noise in the air, followed by the screams of their fellow students.
No longer was Scar just using a basic handgun; he was using weapons far more devastating. Weapons made from his world, created with one purpose in mind: to kill.