Firearms. Smoke screens

Strange dividing lines continue the shape of the ring

It had been a long day. The sun was setting and the combatants were tired. Finally, they were ready to end the fight. The two men circled one another, each waiting for the other to make a mistake. Suddenly, one of the men pulled out a firearm and started shooting. The other man ran to the side, dodging the bullets.

The gunfire continued, and the man with the gun started to get tired. He started to make mistakes.

The man with the gun started to get scared. He knew that he was going to lose. He didn’t want to die.

Suddenly, the man with the gun heard a noise behind him. He turned to see a giant, shadowy figure emerging from the sand. The figure was armed with a smoke screen and a storm. It was the final round.

The man with the gun started to run towards the figure. But before he could reach it, the figure shot him in the head. The man fell to the ground, dead.

The figure walked towards the other man, who was still dodging the bullets. The figure raised its arm and shot the man in the head. He fell to the ground, dead.

The figure looked down at the bodies and smiled. It had won.