[i][b]You see three people, no four. Two older men, a woman and a teenager, all brandishing weapons. The three are aiming at the teen.[/b][/i]
"What do we do with em boss?" One man asks.
[i]Once she drew her pistol, my magnetism glove had already been turned on and her pistol when flying towards me. I caught it and pointed it back at her[/i]
"You were going?"