Arc of the Souls Chapter 2: Arc 1, Chapter 2 - The Fall

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“I suppose they do.” Rakoji would walk away from the bar to the middle of the room for more space. He held his hand outwards, a small puff of Soul Energy would reveal his signature pistol, HYPERVOLVER. This could only mean that this ‘target’, was a Weapon-Type Soul-Wielder. All his Soul Energy is concentrated within a pistol. What type would the hitman be? “Ready when you are.” Rakoji said, getting into his own battle stance. His was cowboy-like, his hat mostly obscuring his eyes while his hand still hovered over his pistol. He has yet to unholster it. This merely just looked like showing off, but this is how he was used to unholstering. “I feel bad for the bar, let’s do this outs-“ “DRAGON!” “Wha-“ A penetrating scream from the hitman followed with an inward pressure. Which happened to be the concentrated conjuration of his Soul Energy, before dispersing it into an explosion that blew the bar away. Civilians didn’t have a moment to register what just happened and were blown away from their seats. Some were concussed, and one was knocked unconscious completely. The explosion gave off the sound of a Dragon which matched his Soul, scaring the crowded plaza. The concussed civilians panicked and fled the battlefield. Rakoji was blown out through a window, his armour protecting him from the blunt force of the window, the explosion, and the ground. “Guh!” He grunted upon impacting the ground. However, he quickly stood up, dusting his jacket off and picking his hat on – putting it on at a slight incline forward. This was the only way to conceal his identity. “Rakoji Kovac, you’re a dangerous man!” The hitman stepped out of the now-destroyed bar and emerged from the smoke. “I would believe so! I’m a mercenary! Last I checked, I did nothing to your little organization! Why does such a thing concern you in the first place? It’s unbelievable!” He aimed his pistol towards the target, firing a flurry of shots. The bullets glowed a bright purple-blue and burned as hot as a blast furnace. Touching it meant third- or even fourth-degree burns. Or worse. “Hr!” He barely dodged the flurry of blasts, but much to his dismay, one bullet grazed his shoulder. “G-“ Leaving out a small grunt, he’d take cover behind a piece of rubble. “A Weapon-Type! I figured as much!” He looked at the graze. It wasn’t deep, but it was bleeding. However, the bleeding was the least of his problems. Now he realized the deep predicament he was in. Rakoji Kovac, one of the strongest and most fearsome mercenaries traversing the galaxy, had him in a pickle, by simply being his target. The hitman didn’t know if he was up for the job, but he was given this job and he was expected to finish it. “I’d advise you to stay moving, bucko!” He aimed for the rubble, the barrel of his revolver glowed bright as a result. A beam of plasma fired into the rubble, causing it to melt and explode. “Fuck it!” The hitman charged up more Soul Energy, his aura furiously lighting up with pure red flames. “Flame Breath!” He yelled out, clashing the beam with his powerful breath attack. This could even incinerate the highest boiling point elements. Rakoji remained calm even after a strong retaliation and smirked. “Ooh! That’s a new one!” He jumped back and fired a supercharged bullet at his feet, launching himself far enough where he got just outside the range of the breath attack. The shockwave that dragged the plasma with him did light the edges of his coat on fire. “Ergggg...” The hitman cancelled his breath attack, standing his ground. Rakoji would grab the edges of his coat, flinging it in the wind and putting out the flame – leaving a trail of smoke to rise into the air. He took a deep breath and then sighed, looking at his hitman. “We don’t need to fight! I’d be fine with doin’ a few more contracts for White Eye. Would that please your upper echelon?” “No can do- I’m following orders here.” The hitman responded with a sly smirk. “Of course! You’re just a slave to your craft! Never could stand