The pirates who remained as witnesses to the fight between Deathstalker and the Reaper were gripped by shock and fear. They had already lost countless comrades to the Reaper's deadly onslaught, and the memory of the deadly contraption that had rained bullets upon them, reducing their ranks to mere flesh and blood, haunted their nightmares.
Amidst the grim aftermath of the battlefield, Deathstalker and Draven continued their intense battle, their clashes echoing through the air.
"Give me a challenge!" Deathstalker's roar pierced the chaos as a menacing shoulder cannon emerged from Draven's shoulder. With a sharp, metallic sound, the cannon unleashed a steady stream of flames toward Deathstalker. The scorching heat of the shoulder cannon filled the air as the flames licked at Deathstalker's surroundings.