The gunshot entices the other monsters in the vicinity to creep out of their burrows, a cacophony of unworldly howls and plodding flesh lumbering closer to attack the only human in sight as if by pure instinct. They're barely held together, limbs decaying and open flesh in the many faces that adorn each body. No more. "You poor things. Ashes to ashes..." His claws extend and then clench tighter as his frame recoils from the coalescence of magical energy gathering in his fist. It's hot to touch, but his flames must burn hotter still to consecrate these creatures of Man's sin. He barks, ears perked to attention as verdant irises dilate and finally, it all releases into abyssal black smoke that seeps from his entire arm.
It takes the shape of a wolf's claw, keen edges that almost shimmer despite their opaqueness and he dashes to the nearest monstrous amalgamation, smiting it down with infernal fury. He cackles in the fray, senses vibrating under the blood moon, stained by his very hands. And how much longer does it continue? Time seems to slow completely. The piles of ash continue to pile up. He fights and fights, but he can't see through the haze that blurs his eyes.
Even when the dust settles, Luka never hears the bell that signals the fight is over. He stands tall, ragged breath and body still willing to fight until there's nothing left, not even himself. The fight is never over, he understands this too well. All he can do is continue to make the world better.
One step at a time.