The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 17: Dark Storm Brewing (part 2)

"Wait!? All my bullets!?"

"They are hanging in the air?!"

"Has he used some kind of telekinesis?" One after another, the Peerage members guessed. Yet, neither one can figure out what really happened! The attack that annihilated even their strongest opponents stopped, just like that, rendered useless!

"No... those are, wires?"

"Magically enchanted projectiles, set with different effects and to pursue their targets. Befit to a true gunslinger." Rorschach tilted his head, before making a fist, and all projectiles were cut into little pieces by the invisible wires dangled around them — cutting them apart without difficulty.

"Oi! You piss me off! You shouldn't...!"

"My turn." Leaning forward with a grin, Rorschach disappeared before their very eyes, only to reappear before the redhead.

"Etelka, look out!"

"You damn...!?" She was on to raise her special pistols once more, yet, when she was about to pull the trigger, nothing happened!

"Huh?"

"Looking for these?"

"Ha... Haaaaa!" The cut was so clean she didn't even recognise her arms were missing, discarded on the side by the servant. Blood sprouted everywhere, crimson like her hair.

"E-Etelka!?" The whole group froze for a few moments, seeing the sheer brutality and the horror of the fountain of red.

"You fucking piece of shit!"

Immediately, the whole group moved all at once! Like a well-oiled machine, the elf conjured his valkyrie armour, the werewolf lunged for the servant with sheer overwhelming anger, a fierce battle taking place between the two close-ranged specialists of the group and their opponent!

"Wha-What happened?"

"Too fast, can't see..." Muttered the loli with twintails, answering the question of the green devil.

"Hold on! Don't squirm dammit!" Under all of this, her companions already recovered the gunslinger, trying to treat her serious wound.

"Fucking sting! By the Maou...!?" Etelka vomited, about to pass out, all along the blonde servant trying to reattach her limbs, using some kind of blood magic if anything goes by the red substance that coiled around the severed limb like some serpent.

"Shit! I can't heal it! Just what kind of technique did that bastard use!?"

"I have no idea, but we need to do something... maybe we should use Phoenix Tears?"

"Dominus! Hand over the tears! Dominus!"

But their leader didn't answer; he just stared blankly at the raging fight.

"Impossible... how? How could it..."

"Dammit! He is out cold! We need to do something! Hina!"

"On it!" Answered the kitsune, giving a firm slap to their leader.

"Wake up!"

"Wha-what!?" Dominus blinked, groggy and confused, almost like he had woken up from some trance.

"We are under assault, Lord Dominus! Give us orders!"

"Ye-Yes..." The boy gulped, adjusting his hair. No! He can't despair! His servant was right! As the future dark lord, he will have his way, one way and another! He can't freeze, even if their situation was unexpectedly dire!

"Listen to me! I have a plan!" His mind is sharp, one look was enough to come up with a plan!

The battle raged on meanwhile, and it became obvious from the first moment they were dangerously outmatched. This man was only playing around with them!