Chapter 70: Dusty Sky

Ennio and the Beast backed away from each other, grasping at the wounds. The cowboy was damaged in his chest, most likely his lungs ruptured, as well as parts of his stomach and his non-vitals. The Beast meanwhile was riddled with holes, almost making its body see-through with the efficiency of the bullets, a sizeable hole made on his left side, yet he cared not for it. The beast would try to do another attack, camouflaging itself again, starting to learn from its mistakes. The cowboy kept heed of this, his gauntlets prepared, as he'd try to maintain his ground.

The strike would be quick, and it would be heavy, as there would be a hole made right at the man's chest, forcing Ennio to take off his mask so he doesn't choke on the blood that escaped from his mouth. The strike was then followed by a strong headbutt that knocked him off whatever stabbed into his body, prompting a reaction of the cowboy shooting a bullet point-blank at it, unaware it aimed for his face. The camouflage was dropped, showcasing the impact of the shot breaking parts of the skull, and the spike-like arm made to do such stabbing. Ennio would gasp for air, but it was getting harder and harder. His limbs would struggle to get him up. He was like a dying deer, ready to be picked off by the mighty Wolf that was the Beast itself. Harvard would try to help Ennio, yet Stolas stopped him. "Hold it." He'd said, prompting a confused look on the card magician.

"The heck do you mean 'Hold it'?? Wouldn't you wanna help your dad as well??" Harvard questioned.

"Obviously, but this is the kind of stuff my Dad does. Even when he's on the ground, Even when his life is gonna come to an end, He's gonna be ok."

"Let me guess, he told you that?"

"Nope." Stolas would look over at Ennio, seeing his crippled body. He could see the expressions made by the cowboy. He could see his eyes still giving life. "I just simply know. He'll win. I'm sure of it." Harvard would be stumped beyond belief, looking towards the other two to see if they could make any sense of this. Solomon merely shrugged, while Zazel was just as confused. The boys looked onwards to the fight again, to try and see what Stolas meant by him "winning" this fight. They would see Ennio finally able to get up, looking around and trying to track the beast, unable to see well due to the amount of blood loss. The whistling has came once more.

Low. Medium. High.

A Sudden shift of the sand makes its presence known, forcing Ennio to move away slightly.

SHIKK!!

A clean swipe. As if he was made of paper, Ennio's arm was cut clean off, the blood expelling harshly, the limb limp on the dunes, and blood splattering all over the Beast, revealing itself. Despite this hefty wound, Ennio would maintain his ground. Despite this hefty wound, he didn't screamed or wailed in pain. Despite this hefty wound, He simply stared at the beast, nary a care about what happened. Most of the children were in shock at all this, even Harvard who usually goes out of his way to get himself into danger if it means getting an advantage. Not even he was willing to risk something like that. "Told yah." Stolas stated, proudly. "He'd win this one."

BANG!!

The other arm fired its bullet, a left hook right at the Wendigo's jaw, blasting it to smithereens, scattering the bones across the dunes, while having the impact send it flying across in conjunction with his shot. Once enough distance has been made, Ennio simply got to the ground and had the sand shape itself into another arm. Using the minerals of the sand, it seeped into the stump of the strike and held itself firm, creating a separate arm in the process. "Congrats." Ennio spoke, watching the Beast trying to get up, whilst he would get his gun back. "You actually made me use my magic. Not a lot of people has seen it. You wanna know why?" The Beast merely gave a growl as it held its jaw up, looking towards Ennio dead in the eye. "Because those who did didn't make it. Think of it as an omen for you." With that, Ennio would charge straight towards the likes of the Beast, his guns loaded and at the ready, prepared to fire. The Beast would try to leave, yet it quickly recognized the sand was beginning to sink itself. It was ensnaring his very ankles, stabbing the sand into its body, trapping it. The Beast got into a panic, before being met eye-to-eye with Ennio. "See you Later, Partner.."

BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!

What followed was a barrage of blows made from Ennio, each punch made pulling the trigger and causing the body to be severely wounded. Hooks, Straights, Uppercuts, Gut Punches, Feints into more of such attacks, all of which connected, all of which the Beast tried to block, all of which he was hit. Each blast would damage its chest, its head, its arms, its hands, and even its stomach. The more he barraged, the more the ammo unloaded and destroyed the creature's anatomy, riddling him with holes. By the end of it all, the creature was nothing else but legs, with pieces of itself strewn about everywhere in the sands. The monster, nay, the Beast, was bested. Ennio simply took a deep breath as he'd rest in the sand, watching the legs fall over, lifeless.

"Woah..." Was Harvard's only reply. He couldn't help but admire such bravery and steadfast strength made at a supposed legendary creature. Usually, one would need a monster of equal strength to do it, or at least, that is what he assumed. He never expected someone like him to best a creature of that stature and of such age by himself, let alone without mostly using magic. Zazel was just as stunned, looking back towards the other two kids.

"Dude! Your dad's LEGENDARY!" Was the Demon's response.

"Yeah, we know." Stolas and Solomon answered, with Stolas providing a cheeky grin.