"You... it's you!" Ince Zangwill scrambled to his feet, staring in disbelief at the scholarly man before him. "You're still alive!"
"Since you're still alive, let me kill you again!"
As he spoke, he had already dimmed the light around them, trying to drag Klein into a dream.
Klein gave no response to this and showed no sign of falling asleep. He said in a low voice, "That shot was for Miss Daly."
With a snap of his fingers, Klein used the rising flames to jump to Ince Zangwill's other side. Ince Zangwill's eyes bulged and darted rapidly, spreading misfortune in an attempt to affect Klein, but it had no effect whatsoever.
All the tarot cards ignited at once, like fireworks bursting into bloom. Using those flames, Klein jumped behind Ince Zangwill and pulled the trigger on instinct.
"That shot was for Leonard."
Bang!
Pale flesh erupted from another of Ince Zangwill's few remaining "legs," and it snapped clean off. He could no longer run and could barely keep his balance.
Klein repeatedly used Flaming Jump, giving Ince Zangwill's invisible strands of hair no chance to entangle him, while the reports of Death Knell rang out incessantly.
"This shot is for Megose."
"This shot is for that internal keeper."
"This shot is for the destroyed Blackthorn Security Company."
"This shot is for all the Nightwatchers."
"This shot is for myself."
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gripping his black spear tightly, Sifa watched Klein's figure flash across the square, firing again and again. Silver Demon-Hunting Bullets severed Ince Zangwill's last leg, shattered his forehead, and gradually weakened his howls until he finally lay on the ground.
With another jump, Klein appeared before Ince Zangwill and pressed Death Knell against his face.
At that moment, mysterious, bizarre patterns emerged on Ince Zangwill's head,