I didn't have time to try to get it out though. The guy I'd hit in the gut came at me. He was weak though and sluggish. Guess that's what happens when you try to fight while you're nearly split in two.
Taking him on was easy. He was angry, scared, and had taken a massive hit to his ego. I was clear-headed and having way too much fun. Taking him out was easy. One kick to the huge gnash in his side and he fell to his knees. He drew his gun from the back of his jeans, and I snatched it from his hand before he could even click the safety.
"You wouldn't even know how that works," he spat at me.
I huffed out a laugh.
"Funny, your friends said something similar," I said. "I killed them anyway."
Then I flicked the safety and pulled the trigger. I got him right between the eyes, and he fell on
