TaintedMetal

Once upon a millennium ago, there was a Gunsmith from Hell, and he made hellish guns with abilities that were beyond human: Hellfire Arms. Of course, using these guns required a certain price: the human soul

But a "mishap" in Hell has caused many of the Arms to drop in the east coast city of Morissey, where not everyone is exactly a saint

In this fantastical representation of 1940's America, private investigator Chance Gordon works with the city's finest in order to get the Hellfire Arms back where they belong before the human race is slaughtered by Hellfire.

Bullets will be exchanged, and bodies will hit the floor.

Drip Work

The courtyard was painted with an array of crimson liquid being spewed out from the crimson figures that were filled with bullet holes from each of the Hellfire Arm users, including Valefar himself.

Like how he killed the figures at the city streets and Quitely island, he charged on ahead towards them, avoiding their extremely sharp arm blades from slashing his torso, or his neck.

They must be corrosive, he thought as he paid attention to the steam coming out from the crimson figures' shoulders. One hit might be enough to penetrate my own demonic body.

He dodged at the attack of one figure, before shooting it straight in the head. Another crimson figure came from the right, charging on ahead and knocking out one of Valefar's pistols.

Clean Up at Ryder's Island