Overwatch Reaper Guns Novels & Stories

Flash drive? The Reaper smirked, pulling out his own weapon. “If I were you, I’d be more worried about living here alive.” The man signaled his guards to attack, their guns aimed and ready. Victor’s men tensed, but The Reaper held up a hand, stopping them. What was he planning? Then, with unnerving precision, he fired a single shot. We all watched as the bullet ricocheted off a beam, then a pipe, and finally struck both guards simultaneously. They collapsed, lifeless, before they could even pull the trigger.

The hybrid's arms fall to the ground with the shackles. "Nice try fucker!" I swing my blade a second time decapitating him. Reaper has shifted into his mortal form. He hands me one of the two semi automatic handguns he is holding. We take off running and shooting anything that isn't a dragon, hellhound or king of hell. I scream as I watch Gunner's huge dragon body hit the ground. The earth shakes under our feet. When I finally get to him; what's left of Bael's horde is trying to retreat.

“It was me who killed him.” Chance placed his palm against my back as we strolled to the locker room. “The Reaper gave me strict orders to put an end to the fight if I suspect any foul play.” He pulled out a gun to show me. “It’s loaded with Silvertips. I plan to kill the bastard if he fights dirty.” By that, he meant concealing weapons on his body or lacing his hand wraps with wolfsbane. “Thanks for the heads-up,” I gruffed, stalking away to change.