Galamor saw the world move in slow motion as Braval pulled the trigger on the gun he had pulled out. The muzzle of the gun flashed bright as a solid bullet flew out of the end.
Galamor saw the bullet come toward him, moving slowly as though passing through water.
He was certain he was dead, and this was just time for him to recall everything about his life as the past would flash before his eyes at any second.
Suddenly, he felt a force pulling him back.
"What are you doing? Move away!" Tim's voice came so suddenly that it took Galamor out of his stupor. He was pulled away and that was when he realized that time wasn't moving slowly at all.
The bullet was flying at a very slow speed.
It sped up when he moved away, but only ever so slightly.
"What is this?" Galamor asked, watching the bullet start to curve toward where he was.
