Shadow Slave novel Chapter 2533

Splinters of wood exploded into the air as bullets hit the yacht. Sunny bent low and peeked from behind the cabin, raising his arm to take aim. The figures of Madoc's henchmen on the tall wall of the castle were barely visible behind the curtain of rain — the distance was substantial, as well, and they were in an elevated position to boot. Still, he was the Lord of Shadows. Someone who could hit a target with a javelin made of pure darkness from dozens of kilometers away.

Surely, a trifling revolver...

Bang!

‘O-oh!'

His bullet did hit someone — however, Sunny failed to make the next shot and dove back behind cover, cursing under his breath. The mechanism of the archaic firearm was exceedingly simple, and the double-action trigger was easy to pull without making the barrel wobble. However, the strange thing kicked like a mule! Sunny had never fired a gun before, let alone one from a distant past, so he did not expect the recoil to be so severe.

Bang, bang, bang!

Effie held her own gun firmly with both hands, crouching low. She seemed to have hit someone, as well, then hurriedly reeled to the side. A moment later, the roof of the cabin near her head exploded into splinters, making her wince.

“Damn... there's really an army of them out there.”

Sunny smiled crookedly as he wiped the drops of rain from his face.

“We have a secret weapon, though. We just need to get a little closer to deploy it.” He glanced at Saint, who was pressing herself into the wall of the cabin near him with a deceptively indifferent expression on her exquisitely beautiful face. She was plugging her ears, though, seemingly unhappy due to the deafening noise of the firefight.

At that moment, there was a bright flash, and a deafening thunderclap tore apart the sky. A blinding bolt of lightning connected the tallest tower of the castle to the dark veil of storm clouds ahead, and arcs of electricity danced on its spire for a few seconds.

“Cover me!"

Sunny leaned sideways and raised his revolver again. This time, he had learned his lesson and compensated for the recoil, firing the gun four times in rapid succession. The first two bullets hit the parapet of the battlements, but the third and the fourth found their mark, hitting a vague figure of a henchman in the chest and the shoulder. Sunny wanted to capitalize on his success by dashing to the bow of the yacht, but in the next moment, a deluge of bullets descended upon his position, forcing him to dive back into the cover.

“Hey! I told you to cover me!"

Effie wiped a bit of blood from a cut left on her cheek by a stray splitter and shrugged. “What could I do? They started shooting the moment a tip of my ear showed from behind the cabin. And they know how to shoot, too!"

Sunny gritted his teeth.

"Damnation."

Showered both by the torrential rain and by the splinters flying off the yacht, he crouched, pulled on a special lever, and opened the drum of his revolver. Sunny shook it a little, expecting the spent cartridges to fall out, but only one did. It rolled directly onto his thigh.

“Ah, damn! Hot, hot!"

Sending the scalding cartridge flying with a hurried swipe, he huffed in annoyance and pushed on the ejection rod. The remaining shells — as well as one unused round — scattered on the deck, and Sunny pulled six more out of his pocket.

Sliding them into the drum one after another, he grimaced.

“Seems like we are pinned down here pretty badly."

Effie was reloading her gun, as well.

"Yeah."

Sunny flinched when a bullet ricocheted from a mast and zipped past his head.

“And the gate is still closed.”

Effie glanced at him.

"True."

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