The man regards Jakita for a moment, but then, flips into the air, the
rifle dropped and replaced by a pair of pistols — one in each hand — so
quickly that the no one saw the exchange take place. He begins to fire into
what's left of the ragged terror cell, each bullet seemingly perfectly
aimed, each one finding its target and unfailingly deadly. Four more
terrorists lie dead on the sand in seconds. The ones on the top of the
dunes, realizing something is wrong, begin to fire, raining down a
thunderstorm of bullets into the area.
Elijah generates a shield of ice to shield himself and Jakita, but the
Ghost is too far away. No matter, though. He seems to step between the
bullets, only slightly delayed as he takes aim and shoots, eliminating more
of his targets, one by one.
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Re: Later, in Kahndaq ...
Date: 2016-12-17 12:26 pm (UTC)The man regards Jakita for a moment, but then, flips into the air, the rifle dropped and replaced by a pair of pistols — one in each hand — so quickly that the no one saw the exchange take place. He begins to fire into what's left of the ragged terror cell, each bullet seemingly perfectly aimed, each one finding its target and unfailingly deadly. Four more terrorists lie dead on the sand in seconds. The ones on the top of the dunes, realizing something is wrong, begin to fire, raining down a thunderstorm of bullets into the area.
Elijah generates a shield of ice to shield himself and Jakita, but the Ghost is too far away. No matter, though. He seems to step between the bullets, only slightly delayed as he takes aim and shoots, eliminating more of his targets, one by one.