tenebrisetlux:

    _“Okay.”

_{[ She pointed the gun at his feet and shot it, just missing his foot. Of course, she never missed and she was just teasing him now. Then she aimed it at him and her finger pressed down on the trigger lightly. She looked at him, then the gun, then shrugged and fully pressed down on the trigger, releasing the bullet. She was lucky no one was around. ]}

    _“Oops.”

     _{[ When the bullet severs the ground near his feet, Katja doesn’t flinch. His instincts don’t allow him surprise; he’s trained himself out of it. He watches her, impulsively smug. ]}

     _{“Shoot straight.”}

     _{[ He sees it coming when she fires, and his hand lifts to catch it. But it doesn’t land secure in his palm like he wants it to; instead, it leaves a minor, gaping hole in the center of the hand. He winces, but is comforted by the quickly healing wound. His grimace twists into a grin. ]}

     _{“Told you.”}