?(?˙o˙)︻デ═一? Rat-a-tat~! Rat-a-tat~! Rat-a-tat~!
Seeing Sally Whitemane and Renault Mograine take their places beside him, Jim Raynor felt reassured. He certainly didn't give the angel much time to talk or catch his breath. He knew their little commander had already sent another angel to try to persuade this one, so any more talk now would be pointless. The only way to get through to a stubborn fool who wouldn't listen was to beat him first!
As for whether shooting at an angel would blaspheme against the gods, Jim Raynor didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, back in the day, they had bombarded the fallen Xel'naga in the Koprulu Sector—Amon, a true god—until he was dead. So for Sheriff Raynor, a man with a god-slaying record, shooting an angel carried no burden at all. Even if he really killed one, he wouldn't feel the slightest bit guilty.
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Clang! Clang! Bang~!
"!!"
Imprudently, Imperius had only just managed to get to his feet. He hadn't even had a chance to ask who his opponent was, much less compose himself, before the enemy's furious attack struck again. He was driven back repeatedly, nearly tumbling to the ground once more.
The enemy's weapon did little damage to him, to be sure... but those terrifying high-velocity bullets kept punching molten pits into his thick, dark-gold armor. Some of the thinner spots were pierced right through, and the impacts nearly knocked him off balance.
Click~!
"..."
He still isn't dead?!
At last, Sheriff Raynor had emptied an entire magazine and had to stop. As he quickly reloaded, he stared irritably at the energy being called an angel.
"..."
"Evil! You will never defeat me!"
Molten Armor!
Imperius wasn't going to just take the beating without fighting back. After another burst of