Their replies were near the same speed, it was impressive that the old gunslinger had matched his draw. Shin fired off one shot while the old man fired off six, Shin's was a spinning blade that careened from the barrel of his pistol. It tore through the air like a devil in disguise, a crooked path was cut through the dust between them as it made its way towards the gunslinger. Though the first shot had missed, since he had began moving the moment he fired. 

So too had Shin began to move, as the guns were thrown up his body had begun with a violent leap to his right. It seemed that they had both had the same idea of strafing to the right, but they both had a disadvantage if they changed their position. Six bullets found their way to Shin's old position and several points to the right of it, but zero bullets found their target. He slammed shoulder first into a tying post nearby and spun around it in a matter of moments. The gun was pressed to his chest and he thought about how he had fired. 

It was as though his left arm had been impelled to his chest by a wire, he hadn't noticed that the sleeve of the duster and his own shirt had been torn apart by the motion. The staff had moved of its own accord again, and now in the middle of a gunfight no less. It had drawn a wire between his shoulder and wrist and pulled it upwards. The gun had fired itself as well, this was not good. Shin's staff moved to his conscious thought, but now it was moving to his unconscious. This could have any number of disastrous side effects that he was not willing to deal with right now.

After spinning around the post he extended his left hand again and fired off three more shots from the pistol. Leading on the moving man as he made his sideways strafe, these too were those spinning bladed rounds. Much slower than conventional bullets but still much faster than an average man. They were made to cut a man to ribbons, not to put a hole in him. Hopefully the gun would work in his favor before moving again. He tried to keep his shoulder as loose as possible while matching the man's strafe, he didn't want his left arm to get yanked out of socket by the gun's next motion.