100-Word Challenge, Day 121

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.


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