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One Bullet, Two Lives.I breathed heavily, and I winced in pain. My left hand went to my side, and when I brought it to my face I saw that it was drenched in blood;apparently that knife wound had gone deeper than I anticipated. The sun blazed overhead, the scenery taking my mind off the battle for a moment. My sister seized this moment, aiming her shotgun at my face and pulled the trigger. I immediately heard the whoosh of wind and pulled out my Glock, closed one eye, and aimed. Once it was a a few inches away I shot the gun, and the metal shells collided. A snarl emerged on her pale face, and an array of bullets appeared. I grinned mischeviously and slipped out my katana,pulled it out halfway, and walked through the onslaught of bullets. Time stopped, and after a moment the bullets all split in half and fell to the ground.
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"Seems your sword skills haven't rusted a bit, Billy," sneered Ophelia.
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