Alone

The force of the head-splitting shot forced Echo to take a step back with its hand, held aloft and gripping its Spear, shaking ever so slightly from the impact. 

Henry winced at the pain in his side. Ever since he had been in this world, this was the worst injury he had ever sustained, and had it not been for the way the System calculated his wounds by Hit Points, he was sure he would have lost far too much blood to make the moves he just made. 

He picked up 'The Hydra's Sting', used <Reload > to put two Mana-infused slugs into the now-empty 'Violent Retort', and stood up slowly with his eyes keen on the mummified Undead in front of him. 

Echo's head —what remained of it— held for a few seconds and then, with a wobble, it fell and hit the ground to shatter into many bits while leaving behind a dried, thin almost skeletal neck. 

"Haha," Echo laughed. The sound came from the skeletal stump that was its neck and came out in an eerie-sounding echo.