I act without thinking, doing my best to get the guns away from them and keep the people on the bus from getting hurt. I smashed my fist into the nose of the tall man, satisfied by the crunch of it breaking before he fell to the ground. In all of the chaos I lost site of the short man for just a moment, only to find him again, out of my reach and aiming his revolver right at me. I threw up my hands, intending to create a shield to stop the bullet. The crushing pain in my shoulder is the first clue that I had failed.