I got three steps away when he fired the gun. It nicked my ear, and I slowly turned around, ignoring the blood dripping down onto my shoulder.
"Where were you aiming?"
He didn't reply, until I took a step.
"Where were you aiming, Boy?"
"A glancing blow."
He said this through chattering teeth, and thus was probably telling the truth. This meant that he was accurate with the gun, and that changed my approach.
"Fine. I'm not leaving. Now what?"
As he considering this, I remembered accuracy didn't mean familiarity, and so I grabbed the gun before he could reload.
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