There it was, the crack he had been waiting for. Lie or not, his words had proven very effective. Emizel had clearly not expected him to have known about his missing friend. He had caught the boy completely off guard. That moment of distraught was all Xigbar required when calculating and making his next move. He could see the fear flowing out behind the reaper, the exact place where he would strike.

Xigbar wasted little time in his attack. Teleporting out of sight, he reappeared behind Emizel levitating upside down. Both arrowguns in hand, the sharpshooter took aim.

“Gotcha now!” he called out, the only warning the reaper would receive before a storm of bullets rained down on him. So long as the boy was still in one piece, what were a few scratches?