Chapter 141
The air trembled as Kevin and Boothill launched into their final clash. Kevin surged forward with twin spirals of golden flame erupting from his feet, while Boothill stood his ground, rifle aimed and still morphing, pulsating with crimson energy. With a crack of thunder, Boothill fired—Kevin vanished.
The bullet curved mid-air, seeking its target, but Kevin reappeared a heartbeat later above Boothill, slamming down with a comet-like fist. Boothill barely rolled aside, retaliating with a barrage of bullets that Kevin weaved through with impossible speed. Sparks flew. Heat warped the air. Each blow from Kevin carved trenches in the dirt; each shot from Boothill shredded the landscape.
They moved like forces of nature—fire and steel, fury and precision. Boothill’s weapon flickered between forms, blade, chain, gun, spear—Kevin countered each transition with blazing speed and fierce determination. For every strike Kevin landed, Boothill delivered one in return. The gunslinger’s smirk returned as the tide began to turn.
Boothill’s movements sharpened. A brutal swing of his chainblade sent Kevin flying. Before he hit the ground, Boothill fired, and the shot struck Kevin in the side, knocking the wind from him. The flames around Kevin began to sputter.
"Ya burn bright, boy," Boothill growled, advancing, "but every fire goes out."
Kevin forced himself upright, flames dimming but eyes alight with resolve. "Then I’ll burn out takin’ you with me."
He charged again, but Boothill was ready. The gunslinger sidestepped, slamming the butt of his rifle into Kevin’s back, then spinning and blasting him point-blank. Kevin crashed into the earth, gasping.
From the sidelines, March’s fingers trembled around her bowstring, aura glowing a soft violet. She aimed high, heart pounding. "Come on, come on..."
As Boothill raised his rifle to finish Kevin off, March released the arrow.