The air in the was thick with the smell of ozone and sulfur. Jesse Rentier adjusted his heavy gauntlet, the metal humming with unstable electrical energy. He wasn’t a man of many words, but the sight of his father, William Rentier , wasting away after the attack on the Rentier Institute, said enough.
Jesse grunted, grabbing his rifle. Beside him, his loyal partner checked the cylinder of his revolver. "Smoke and mirrors, kid," Edgar muttered. "That's all these leeches are. They hide in the shadows until you shine a bright enough light on 'em." Evil.West-Chronos.part07.rar
He didn't hesitate. With a surge of lightning from his gauntlet, Jesse launched himself into the fray. Each punch landed with the force of a steam engine, shattering the "mirrors" of the vampire's illusions. The fight was brutal, a dance of silver and sparks against the ancient hunger of the night. The air in the was thick with the smell of ozone and sulfur