Dan fired and fired again, jumping around certain death.
click
Reload. His fingers did their trick, slamming fresh rounds into the cylinder faster than any normal person could. But he was doomed from the beginning.
bangbangbangbangbangbang
He reached for more shells, but they weren't there.
Out of ammo. Shit. Dan could try to go hand to hand, but he wasn't to confident in that -- that animal could tear him limb from limb, he had no doubt. Collateral Shot? Shit, he might have to use it.
Slowly, he concentrated his will. Could he really use it and survive?
He trained the barrel of the gun on his enemy. He could do this maybe once. More, and he would drop dead on the spot. Already he could feel the life draining from his body, seeping into his Python as its cylinder began to glow menacingly.