[i]I fly backwards, rolling midair and playing my feet onto a wall, bending my knees, halting for a split second, and kicking off, aided by the thrusters, I rocket forward, delivering a devastating right cross that almost knocks you into the ground, I land and start skidding, generating a ball of blinding light, releasing it, blind ninny you momentarily. A few shots ring out as the Armor-Piercing High-Velocity .44 Magnum rounds exit the barrel of my Revolver, colliding with your left elbow joint. [/i]