The bullet passes through him, or... no, he moves away just in time for the bullet to miss him? At any rate, my shot carries off into the distance, thankfully not hitting anyone, or anything important, on its way.
A half second later he is behind me, a hand on my shoulder, squeezing.
I stiffen, trying to rise up to my full height, which is still slight, but I can at least adopt a strong posture.
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Date: 2012-11-09 02:16 am (UTC)The bullet passes through him, or... no, he moves away just in time for the bullet to miss him? At any rate, my shot carries off into the distance, thankfully not hitting anyone, or anything important, on its way.
A half second later he is behind me, a hand on my shoulder, squeezing.
I stiffen, trying to rise up to my full height, which is still slight, but I can at least adopt a strong posture.
"Justice is my truth."