DwarfSniper

On the deserted Ranbla Street in Hammer Harbor - Dwarf District, a restaurant, whose food had unique flavors, was open. At 4.30 pm, just before dinner time, there were not many customers. A dwarf was sitting at the amber-colored bar chatting with the restaurant owner. Passers-by might think they were talking about food and wine, or guns and aircraft, but in fact, they were talking about hot springs. "No one dislikes hot spring," said the dwarf, "Hot spring can make me forget not only who I am, but the whole world. Who says you must go on vacation for a spa? If I had the chance, I would stay there all year long." "Nice idea, but that has to wait until you retire." said the owner, smiling. "I've been retired since I was born..." Before the dwarf finished, the wooden gate were flung open. He heard a loud and hard voice, "Who is Musket Kar Bronskin?" "I am." he responded.

"There can be only one strongest Musketeer in Hammer Harbor," said the haughty guy. "In the name of God of Oak Hammer, I want to challenge you." The good vacation was over. Musket wrinkled his nose and stroked his thick beard. "Are you sure? Duel is hard work for a retired man like me." "Just one battle. It's either you or I die." the challenger sneered, "It won't be hard when you fall, old man." "Alright, I accept your challenge." Musket took out his beloved gun, walked out of the restaurant with the challenger and then they went to abandoned lot near the harbor. With the sound of loading, the two stood back to back and started to count down: "Three..." The place became so quiet that the duelists could hear the beat of their own heart. At that moment, a concrete wall near that place suddenly collapsed, making smoke and dust all over the sky. "Two..." In Musket's sight, the scenes behind the smoke gradually became clear. Some small figures appeared among the burning buildings after the explosion. "One!" With a bang, Musket's bullet hit its target with perfect accuracy—but not his opponent. The loud explosions were mixed with an eerie scream, "Ah! I'll blow you to pieces! You damn Musketeer!" Hearing the familiar scream, Musket silently reloaded his gun. "Those little green killjoy... Excuse me for pausing our battle."

★ Although it seemed that Musket didn't care too much, he always got his priorities right. As the defender of Hammer Harbor, he knew he must step forward and fight. But it's nice to take the opportunity to grumble a little during the explosion. Three o'clock, wind speed reached force three, and aiming needed to be corrected. "I don't get it. You're looking for the best musketeer in Hammer Harbor. But what does this have to do with me?" The range has been calculated. The area of enemy activity is within the range of attack. "Those troublesome guys in Fertile Harbor drop bombs day and night, and the annoying sound of chainsaws give me a headache. When will they stop? I've made a plan to go to a hot spring resort with a large pension." Got Goblins in sight. "Well, I heard that you guys believe explosion is art, so let's make you all a part of art." The enemy missile launcher was successfully destroyed. "If only I could retire after getting rid of these Goblins..." murmured Musket, caressing the hot barrel, "There are so many places I want to visit."