He fires a round that erupts with power which wraps around it like a hurricane; the bullet rips through the air with a palpable slice as it quakes forward, and Baraka gives his response:
“I see a bright beacon of hope.”
Baraka bends back another finger, snaps, and cries out as the shot that radiates out of his body shines more intensely than the last and blasts its way into the oncoming bullet, shattering it in a lightshow of energy.
“What do you see?” asks the comedian.
Matteus bends back another finger; he answers his own question, “I see a writhing mass of iniquity, waiting to meet its doom at its own hands.”
He fires a round. Baraka breaks another finger, disabling his entire hand, snaps back using the other, and says, “Enough.”
Both rounds collide in the center and explode with
