[center][h3]A Close Call[/h3][/center]

Jacer’s ears instantly cocked back to Dom’s location causing the man to overhear the boy utter a curse then fall against the ground. The bullets impacted on the wall and caught both of them, suspending them there. The scrambling sound of the boy was enough to assure Jacer he was still alive and unharmed. In a few moments the teenager’s steps were booking their way toward the light, namely in the direction where he had noted Gizi had went earlier. 

the sight itself would've brought more relief to him, but he couldn’t take his attention off the battle. Not if he wanted a chance to live.  

Jacer’s lips smirked slightly at the brief victory in preventing Dom’s assassination. Already an image of what the barrier might’ve looked flashed in his mind as the transparent, floating square had spiderweb cracks webbing out from where the two bullets had hit, their kinetic energy spent. The wall could capture one more before it completely shattered. He was lucky Shugtil hadn’t interrupted him or else the wall wouldn’t have held up and Dom might’ve not survived. 

The thought was short lived when Shugtil turned the gun into his direction next. Aimed at his chest, Jacer instantly started to slow his pace down instinctively but continued to his left. He had his feet upon the balls, allowing him to jerk in the opposite way and control where the bullet might hit him. Originally, he had expected his bullets to miss completely which had opened him up for a heart shot. If he shifted fast enough, Jacer figured he might survive it but not without taking a hit. It would seriously cripple his reaction and engagement ability if he couldn't prevent that. 

In sheer luck, one of his bullets had managed to nick Shugtil's left arm at the last moment and his aim veered to the right side of Jacer’s chest when it fired. Combining that with Jacer’s slowing pace, the bullet sliced into his coat sleeve. It ripped the fabric down to scratch the flesh drawing a hiss from the younger man. Jacer fought not to yell in pain when he felt the bullet tip cut him easily. He knew it could’ve been much worse and thankfully all it did was hurt like a bitch. He gritted his teeth, his feet coming to an abruptly stop and seemed to be smiling in his eyes for a moment. His mind already working on how to keep Shugtil’s attention on him.

Ignoring the sting in his arm, his feet stood apart and his eyes followed Shugtil’s likely still moving figure. Though he was ready to move should he need to in order to avoid another bullet at any time, his hand was still upright with the gun position to reload and pointed at his ex-ally. His reaction time was twice as fast as a human’s now since he hadn’t completely disengage the magik infusing in his natural abilities. It would take less than a second to start moving again.

Never letting go of the assumption that Shugtil was still loaded with at least a few bullets and his own was empty, Jacer’s unarmed hand reached into his left side pouch. His fingers knew exactly where the MASS magazine was and ripped it out, able to tell what exactly what was within it. Five tazers and five ice rounds, respectively placed within. His fingers tightened over the end then flipped it about to snap it in the gun quickly. At the same moment, his other hand had squeezed the handle to eject the empty one. With skill learned from being forced to learn how to wield a gun since fourteen, his fingers inserted then caught the ejected one easily. Unless he was stopped or prevented, switching them would only take about seven seconds. 

Jacer's voice spoke out to Shugtil during his reload, keeping in mind the man might shoot at him any moment. [color=skyblue]"I don't want to kill you but I will if I have to."[/color]

His eyes were mindful of Shugtil's figure, actions and his location. If Jacer wasn’t interrupted, his gun adjusted his aim toward Shugtil’s leading shoulder, just an inch near the edge, and fired. He followed up with another shot at the left side of the man’s chest less then a second later unless something happened. Truthfully, he doubted his ex-ally would allow either shot to happen before reacting to prevent it. This time  if the bullet even managed to nick him this time, they would discharge. It would send enough wattage to knock out three fully grown, normal men for an hour. 

As he squeezed the trigger twice, his unarmed hand began to charge. The fingers still held the magazine within his grip as the hand became blue and glowed, hidden partly by his body.