"Don't be shy now, petit," encouraged as each gun was pulled out ever so carefully. "Dey ain't gonna hold back, neither should we."
The cards lit up, kinetic energy making them glow a bright magenta as the floated upwards in a line. Following his fingers and itching for direction. A heartbeat passed and a blink of an eye later, they were already to the men with guns, exploding as they hit. He didn't care about the blood that came as some fingers were blown off and the bodies pushed backwards. Some would still be alive, of course. And when the attempted to rush them, the cards on the floor would be the same as mines.