[b][i]He snorts.[/i][/b] "You should see my other stuff," [b][i]He says as his mechanical, red eye begins targeting. It zooms in and out on Manan, targeting weak points. The man fired twice with each revolver, the bullets traveling along predetermined paths. One flew towards Manan's forehead, another his neck. One towards his abdomen, and the last one flew towards his heart.[/i][/b]