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The hood pulled the trigger out of fear. By this point, a barrage of bullets was launched and Elijah made every move to evade them.
He bent backward in a matrix pose while he adjusted his arms to avoid the bullets while he slid across the wooden floor towards the shooter. When he was close enough, his back sprung upright despite how close his upper body was to the floor.
He held his right arm straight out and did a lariat tackle in which his arm smashed against the shooter’s chest and neck region. The hood was smacked down. The impact was so intense that he could hear cracks.
He was unconscious.
Elijah checked with everyone and found they were okay.
Ben was kneeling over the attacker and pulled his hood apart. Elijah thought the face looked familiar, but he wasn’t sure.
Ben felt the attacker’s neck with his two fingers to check his pulse.
“He doesn’t have a pulse. Elijah, heal him.”
“What! You want me to help him?”
“We can’t interrogate him if he’s dead.”