Woods | California
For a normal person, such an attack would have been unavoidable, but with the help of both his already superhuman reflexes and his armor, Jason was able to see the flash of the revolver's muzzle and the bullet leaving it. He pulled his own revolver's hammer back with his thumb and focused in on the bullet, aiming very closely and making every millisecond count before pulling the trigger. The .600 round he had fired met Alex's .44 AP round about halfway before they both grinded beside each other, partially mushroomed, and ricochet off one another. By that time though, Jason had already pulled the hammer back on his revolver again and fired, this time aiming directly for Alex's gun. Once the bullet left his pistol, Jason dashed to his right while pulling the gun's release, popping the cylinder out to the side and flinging the empty casings away and causing the cylinder to spin. He then swiftly grabbed a couple fresh rounds and let them fall along his palm when they met the cylinder. Each bullet was manipulated with the grooves of his armored fingers and smoothly fell into their respective chamber. When that was done, a swift flick of his wrist was enough to slam the cylinder back into place, ready for more action.
For a normal person, such an attack would have been unavoidable, but with the help of both his already superhuman reflexes and his armor, Jason was able to see the flash of the revolver's muzzle and the bullet leaving it. He pulled his own revolver's hammer back with his thumb and focused in on the bullet, aiming very closely and making every millisecond count before pulling the trigger. The .600 round he had fired met Alex's .44 AP round about halfway before they both grinded beside each other, partially mushroomed, and ricochet off one another. By that time though, Jason had already pulled the hammer back on his revolver again and fired, this time aiming directly for Alex's gun. Once the bullet left his pistol, Jason dashed to his right while pulling the gun's release, popping the cylinder out to the side and flinging the empty casings away and causing the cylinder to spin. He then swiftly grabbed a couple fresh rounds and let them fall along his palm when they met the cylinder. Each bullet was manipulated with the grooves of his armored fingers and smoothly fell into their respective chamber. When that was done, a swift flick of his wrist was enough to slam the cylinder back into place, ready for more action.
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