Prophecies Heroes

Chapter 40

The gamblers in the aisle of gambling all stopped pulling the levers, they all turned the head toward Colt, standing with a wide smile and looking at Frank, the gamblers all saw a shine of hope and luck in colt, they turned from every direction to face him, fell on their knees, hands gathered in front of their head and looking up at their neck cost if necessary to start praying him. He looked left then right at every of these destroyed lives raised his left hand, Greg at the table looked backward on his right, looked back at the table took the coin with his right hand and swung it upward, the coin flew in Colt's left hand, Frank smiled raised his right hand at Colt pointing at him with his index, he looked at his left at the people sitting.

Frank: All stats in luck.

Colt stepped forward with his right foot, landing on the lever of the gambling machine he was standing on, threw the coin in the air, landing perfectly in the shaped hole at the right of the machine, he jumped on the ground the lever going up and the machine spinning. Frank down his hand and looked back at Colt, the first symbol at the left appeared as a "7", Colt jumped on the first fallen machine landing on his left foot and jumped again to face Frank without any major obstacle.

Frank: We go again?

Colt shook his head, raised his left hand index pointing at the ceiling.

Colt: First i think you don't understand something.

Raised his left on his torso, slid his right foot a bit backward and bowed.

Colt: We are in Fortune's temple, now.

Raised his head both iris lit up in those clovers, Frank smile faded a bit in discomfort 

Colt: That's the reaction i wanted.

He straightened and raised his right hand back at Frank's head, Frank rolled his eyes and closed them.

Frank: That won't ever hit me you know, i willingly let them hit me.

Colt tilt a bit his head a bit on his left.

Colt: Let's see if that's the case.

Frank opened his eyes, Colt shot, and widely moved his right hand on his right to shoot again at the direction of the spectators, Frank read his movements, stepped on his right far away vanishing temporarily to everyone's eyes beside Colt aimed back at Frank tracking him like a snail, Frank stopped hands spreaded a bit.

Frank: You can see me?

Colt shot again, behind him the machine spinned another "7",  Frank raised his left hand bent his thumb and shot a red bullet both bullet deviated, he dashed forward, left hand down holding the trigger, Colt shot again, the bullet whistling close to him, Frank jumped , Colt raised his hand and shot, Frank frontflipped falling now head first behind Colt who looked backward always with a wide smile almost stolen from Greg, Frank aiming at Colt's back only few meters away, he let the trigger, behind them the machine set another "7", the machine played his jackpot music and everything froze physically, Frank and the other always conscious, he looked at himself froze in the air about to kill Colt. Colt turned around calmly and aimed down at Frank's head.

Colt: The maximum amount of luck in a fight is to be able to land critical damage with a 100% success rate.

Frank looked down from the corner of his eyes at Colt's head face covered a bit of anxiousness.

Frank(thoughts): I will need more strenght in my forehead than in the last headshot. . . .

He tried to move his muscles with all his might only managing to give himself a headache.

Frank(thoughts): Might have undesirable backlashes from that experience, Phil.

He closed his eyes. Colt shot, the bullet pierced deep inside Frank's forehead, everything started moving again, Colt eyes widened Frank black gun shot a black ray crashing in the wall up in the air at Colt's torso height, an enormous hole present, Frank proppelled backward spinning his eyes turned grey, his head hit the bottom of the fallen machine, he landed on the ground head looking left and hands following his body, Colt raised his left hand at the hole in his chest not closing, looked down at Frank's body.