Shooting people like burning ants
'There's no way he will hit,' Tristan thought.
Instead of recharging, he left his rifle hanging on the strap over his shoulder and pulled out a handgun. Despite his earlier thought, he did all that while moving to the cover of the nearest tree.
The brief delay gave the survivor time to pull out his automatic rifle and shoot in Tristan's direction with a deafening noise of a dozen tiny explosions.
The bullets flew in a wild spray, going nowhere closer to Tristan's hideout. He was completely safe as he aimed his pistol at the desperate man's head and shot.
The much quieter bang put an end to the cacophony. The last thug fell dead, and the silence returned to the area. But Tristan's heart was still beating faster than before.
'Shit. The entire camp must've heard this. Was this the man's plan all along?'