Seamus knew this was foolish. He knew he would regret it. He had never killed a human directly before.
His bullies? Yes, he had indirectly caused their deaths, but he never expected it to end that badly.
And picking a fight with an entire squad of vampire hunters was obviously a terrible idea.
But the rage filling his chest made him reckless. No one insulted his dead mother and walked away without consequences.
BANG.
The first shot exploded through the air. Seamus saw the bullet clearly, as if time slowed for him alone.
He stepped aside, appeared in front of the shooter, and slashed across the man's chest. The hunter dropped instantly.
For a heartbeat, the silence hit harder than the gunshot. His movement was too fast to follow with the naked eye. Then the screams erupted.
"Kill that bastard!"
Bullets poured toward him. Seamus slipped through the gaps, dodging some, slicing others out of the air. The rest either missed or tore into the shooters' own teammates.
