quick as a flash hurling the other knife at hi.
swinging the chain - whoosh whoosh - at the backpedaling hi.
grabbing hi by the shirtfront.
tired of the fight: he saws out both shotguns
reacting to hi reacting. he looks down.
trying to drop the shotguns to free his hands. in his panic his fingers tangle in the trigger guards.
finally freeing his hands.
blows sky-high. there is a roar as if the earth were cracking open and flame as if hell were slipping out.