Stops tinkertech gun

Those guns seemed to be firing at very steady intervals, roughly one shot every second and a half, and they didn't run out of ammunition. Where they hit a target, they crackled outward, arcs lancing out to the nearest conductive target.

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A high whine caught my attention. I turned my head and saw a man in a white coveralls, a black jacket and black winter boots pointing a janky wires-and-kid's-building-set gun at me.

I raised my defenses, and then remembered it had burned. What did that mean? I started to fly away, and he shot me.

The forcefield took the hit, sparks flying from the point of impact, visible flashes of light traveling between raindrops like lightning. Before he could line up another shot, I changed direction, to one side, flipping around to be right-side up, a spark of light passing just to my left, and then, planting my toes on the ground to help arrest myself and give myself a physical point to orient myself around in space, flew into his legs, rising once he started tipping over.

The result was that as his feet went up, his face went down with that much more emphasis. He had the weapon in his hands, and he was unwilling enough to let go of it that he only used one hand to brace himself in the fall.

He failed utterly, and more or less met the ground face-first, landing with half of his body in the puddle.

The gun fired in the moment of impact, or out of some reflexive action, the spark hitting the edge of the lawn, conducting through the water, and making his body convulse and jerk- which included a spasmodic pull of the trigger. The spark hit the same spot, more or less, conducted into the puddle, conducting into him, which made his finger jerk-

I kicked the gun away before it could happen again.

- Gleaming 9.5