The bullet Euphie had just fired hung in the air, suspended right in front of Bruce's outstretched palm. Then, Bruce flicked his hand downward, and the bullet smashed harmlessly into the ground at his feet. To say that it was harmless was a bit of a misnomer, actually. It dug a little grave in the grass and soil for itself, kicking up particles of dirt and minuscule pebbles as it did so.
"Haha!" Bruce cackled, his face alight with glee as he feasted on the looks of stupefaction on Euphie's face and mine.
"What the hell just happened?!" Euphie shouted. I noted that the muzzle of her gun did not waver in the least, even though she was clearly confused. As quick as lightning, she pulled the trigger again and sent another bullet speeding toward Bruce. I thought she showed remarkable restrai
