A Touch of Magic
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This guy won't stop talking! He keeps on going on these f*****g tangents about the life he used to live. I slowly kept goading Pistol Pete, as he continued to talk about the life he used to live as a low level hitman. I pretended to be interested in what he was saying, then I would respond with fake astonishment.
With each story, I got bits and pieces of clues to what his ability was. But this still was not enough for me to properly understand what it was. While he talked about one of his many stories, something caught my eye. This story in particular was from a time after he manifested his magic, and that he was finally able to accomplish assignments without using firearms.
"How'd you do that?", I ask him
"With a snap of my fingers of course!", Pistol Pete said with a grin.
Lemme break it down for ya, I got magic in my heads right here! It took me quite a while, but after awhile I finally understood the full capabilities of what it does. "Magic Touch", any object that fits the palm of my hand becomes a deadly projectile that I can fire with the speed of a bullet.
What I hit you with is my greatest technique, something I just recently picked up. "Magic Touch: Air Bullet". I compressed the air in my palms to the size of a bullet, then fire it by snapping my fingers. This technique is the ultimate weapon for any hitman, a technique that makes you untraceable. All that's left is a bullet hole but no bullet to trace back to me!
"And now it's time to finish you off", Pistol Pete said as he pointed his fingers at me.
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