499: Train Wreck

Cole did not move, for one the barrel of the ridiculously huge gun was placed right at his temple, helm or not he did not think he would be able to withstand shot from that gun. Especially when the guy in front of him was letting off a pressure that was both familiar yet extremely dangerous, way beyond what he could possibly withstand or match up against.

"Not another one of you bastard Paragons. I already told you fucks I wasn't interested in joining your bloody book club, or company or whatever. But I guess you fucks don't care so now you're busting up my shit! I don't care if you are a Paragon I'm going to fucking kill you."

By this point Cole already had enough from the man as he asked.

"Just who in the fuck are you? And what the hell are you talking about?"