He looked at him straight in the eyes, ready to pull the trigger. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as he breathed low but heavily. Malfur had suffered injuries from the cursed gun. A gun talked of infamous legend. That same gun, was the one held against him that fateful day. As he eyed him straight into his eyes, Malfur could make out the hole of the barrel staring back at him. He held his own prestigious weapon in his hand as well pointing at his head. Malfur faced his most formidable opponent in years. As his finger pressed against the trigger lightly ready to shoot, Malfur Shin said in a voice of calmity, "yours...not mine" ...That fateful day, a legend fell but another one rose...