Donald's left hand—kept hidden from view—suddenly pressed on a hidden depression on the wall.

Then, a black handgun popped out, landing in his hand.

As Quinn kept charging at him, sword poised, he grinned savagely as he brought the gun to bear between her eyes.

"What—"

Quinn's eyes widened, not expecting Donald to have such a trick up his sleeve!

Worst of all, he would shoot her through the head even before her sword reached him!

Biting her lip, she closed her eyes as she resigned herself to her fate...

Bang!

Clang!

crack of a gunshot resounded, soon followed by the stifling scent of

her eyes, presuming that she had been shot. only to see Donald's gun flying out of his grasp and the bullet shot striking a vase

was

burst of his pure vigor, sending his gun

"Die!"

her opportunity, Quinn raised her sword and sliced off

as his hand and blood seemed

slicing off his left arm, and then his

swinging wildly, she eventually hacked Donald's head

vengefully at Frank even as

mouth with the

heavily, leaning on her sword for a moment before turning toward Frank, her eyes red and welling up

and dropped to the floor,

for a long while and eventually nodded.

"Frank!"

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