Suerte
Even as Suerte stared wide eyed at the man's phoenix like form threatening to skewer her, she had enough common sense to reach for her second holster on her hip. As quick as she was, he was quicker, in a sense propelled by her own morbid curiosity. With his strange powerset, this sparing match was always a bit of a gamble. She needed to test him to figure out his powers in order deduce his weaknesses. With her own versatility, it would only be a matter of time before something like this happened. This match was a thin tightrope and she had just tripped.
It was strange. Despite the sheer speed of the moment, time seemed to stop. Pulling the gun from the holster, she did not waste precious time attempting to aim the gun.
No, she already had one pointing right at that cute little grin. Instead, just as she pulled the trunk of the gun up from the leather holding it in place, she inched it to the side and made a decsion. In the instant inside of the instant, the guns changed, signaled by the syncing of gear grinding mechanical clicks.
There was no garante of success. In fact, this was the absolute dumbest thing she could do here and she knew it. But when a man takes what a lady's got and uses it to the fullest, its only polite to do the same. That is why when she heard that click, honest excitement pushed her lips to the edge of her face.
As a loud bang echoed through the night sky, two bullets were fired. The first bullet was aimed at his forehead, a small ball that looked more like a paintball bullet than one of a pistol. As it struck his face, oil coated his body. The second was fired at the ground, bouncing the second it hit the brick roof and aimed at the center of Zeke's belly. On impact it would explode, hopefully changing his trajectory upward and covering his body in fire for real this time.
