Just the last few steps away from Cain, Daemon had stopped preemptively moving out of the way of the bullets fired by Cain.
He took the bullet to the chest, and it made him take a step back. He lowered his head in the stunned silence that followed, and Cain followed his gaze to look at the brass colored flattened projectile on the dark bullet-proof vest.
Cain raised his head back to meet Daemon's gaze under the trembling eyes of Evelyn, then pressed the trigger again, wanting to press forward now that he had the advantage.
*Click*
The incredulous surprise of his bullet finally hitting the monster whose weight had been bearing down on him gave way to a different kind of surprise. So Cain Johnes pressed the trigger again, hoping that the previous empty echo had been a lie, an illusion.
*Click*
