~Samandriel and MeyMak JV (formerly Wolfie)'s roleplay~

"Hmmph. If you want me to kill you, then at least make it easy." He said, his now reloaded weapon pointed once again at her.

He stomped his foot, not pleased with this fight. "Then fight back! You've dodged nonstop." He fired off all six shots angrily, easy shots to dodge.

"Why?!" He demanded, reloading again.

"You don't want to attack but you want to fight. I don't understand- I shot out your eye! Nearly shot your friend! What will it take for you to fight?!"

(Oh XD I was just about to have him surprise attack.)

Derakon stopped his rampant rambling. "Wait.. are you sorry for killing me-" Just as he finished speaking he let out a gasp of surprise. He looked down and saw a huge pair of bones sticking through his chest.

"Get. Dunked on." Sans said from behind him.

Derakon dropped his weapon and went limp, realizing the fight was over. He reached up and slowly took off his hat, holding it at his side. "Guess... that's it?"
Sans simply nodded.
Derakon grabbed the mask on his face, and tossed it to the side with his other hand. It revealed his scarred face, which was half human, half... racoon was that? Some sort of monster that was similar to a racoon was mixed with him. The split was straight down the middle too.
"Alright." He seemed... relieved strangely.

Derakon's head then slumped, the fire in his eyes gone.

Sans sighed, creating a gaster blaster above Derakon's head. It prepared to fire, to disintegrate the thing's body. "Undyne... what's wrong?"

Sans sighed and went to fire the Blaster.
But then he turned to see Derakon was still alive, holding his gun to his head. One shot fired off and the unguarded sans flopped backwards to the ground.

Derakon smirked and pulled from his chest the bones, tossing them to the side. The dust reformed within, regenerating him. "First him. Seems you can't fight, so onto threat number 3... Asgore." And with that, he began walking off.