swats Joe 2

The taller of the two stepped between my guns and his partner while simultaneously rushing at me. It happened in the blink of an eye.

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I stepped forward and raised the pistol to fire into his face. See how he’d like that, but then he swatted me aside. That’s the best word I can think of. It wasn’t a punch. It wasn’t an attempt to deflect my aim before I could correct for a face shot. His hand moved so fast it was a blur, and his open palm hit the ballistic padding over my deltoid. I barely saw it coming, and the blow picked me up as surely as the explosion had and smashed me into the doorframe.

-Relentless pg. 317-318, Kindle Edition.