[A shot he could have easily dodged, but Zero wasn't the type. Instead, he took the hit point blank and slammed back against the wall making a crater of a hole. The distinct stench of burning flesh oozed into the air even as the wound began to repair itself.
Behind silver strands, Zero glared at him before pushing himself back up to his feet even as the cinders of his shirt fell to the ground in pieces. He brushed them aside, ignoring the burning sensation. And in a quiet tone filled with steel, he turned to him again.]
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Behind silver strands, Zero glared at him before pushing himself back up to his feet even as the cinders of his shirt fell to the ground in pieces. He brushed them aside, ignoring the burning sensation. And in a quiet tone filled with steel, he turned to him again.]
He's mine.