My foot splashed down into a puddle and I propelled myself upward, spinning as I did so. Time froze. I could see each individual water droplet with perfect clarity. Most of them were traveling downward, but some were headed upward from the puddle where my foot had just landed. Other droplets sprayed outward from the long black hair of my adversary she spun opposite me. I felt as if I knew every droplet intimately. I knew where each one was going, how fast it was traveling, where it was coming from.
I looked at my opponents eyes. Black and focused they were pointing directly at my head. She was calculating her aim. Her hand was halfway to her pistol, which was now openly hanging on her belt. She hung there, in the air, confident that she was a half second away from succeeding in her attempt on my life.
I stared at the determination in her face while I slowly raised my own pistol upward. I never blinked as I extended my arm toward her. Without bothering to aim, I pulled the trigger. I felt the gun slowly kick back in my hand as I watched the bullet slowly make it’s way out of the end of the gun. I watched it slowly spin as it moved toward it’s target.
Unlike a regular bullet, this one had a pointy tip on the end that extended a few millimeters outward. The casing of the bullet was a clear plastic that allowed for the internal blue liquid to be seen. In less than a second the bullet would hit her hand and the blue liquid would be injected into her body as the back casing pushed forward like an automatic syringe.
I watched for another few seconds as the bullet hovered in the air between us. Then, just like that, I was gone.