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Amid everyone's bewilderment... Instead of pulling the trigger to end the enemy as he had threatened, Arthur Morgan calmly lowered the hammer and spun his revolver back into its holster at his waist. Click... Shhh... Then he turned his back on the enemy and walked straight towards Dio, who had just stood up and brushed the sand off himself. Arthur extended his hand to help him up. "Are you alright, young vampire... I mean, young time stopper?" Dio lightly brushed Arthur's hand away with pride, but accepted the indirect help. "I can stand up myself..." Dio narrowed his eyes at Arthur suspiciously. "Why didn't you shoot him? Were you going to let the enemy get away? That's not your style." Arthur smirked and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. "Who said I let him get away... You'll see, partner." Behind them... Füllkrug, lying injured, grinned triumphantly at Arthur's back. "You fool... turning your back on the enemy on the battlefield! You've made a mistake!" "How dare you underestimate me! I am the Demon Brigade!" Füllkrug gathered his last ounce of strength, the sand around him forming a sharp, pointed "sand spear"! He aimed precisely at Arthur Morgan's head. "Die! You worthless cowboy!" Füllkrug roared, raising his hand to throw the spear. But... in that split second, a whistling sound of metal cutting through the air came from "behind" Füllkrug! *Whoosh!!!* "Huh?" Füllkrug froze. *Thud!!!* A .45 caliber revolver bullet, spinning at high speed, pierced the air. The sand spear pierced Fulcruk's skull from behind, exiting through the front! Blood splattered all over the sand! "Ugh..." Fulcruk's eyes widened, his body convulsed, and the sand spear in his hand dissolved into dust, falling to the ground. Before his large frame collapsed face down, motionless... He died instantly, without even realizing what had happened. Dio's eyes widened. He looked at the corpse, then back at Arthur. "That bullet... where did it come from? I thought you missed one shot because of the sandstorm?"