BAM!
The body of the Springfield M1903A slammed straight into Tristin's face.
The prince's head snapped sideways from the impact as the heavy sniper rifle struck his cheek like a metal club, catching him before he could properly react.
"Urgh!"
Tristin staggered half a step.
For someone who had been standing there with such a smug expression only moments ago, getting smacked across the face with Felix's own sniper rifle was probably the last thing he had expected.
And Ezra didn't waste that opening.
More Cognis immediately flowed from his hands into the Circuits running through the two black metallic threads attached to the Desert Eagle and Kel-Tec PMR-30.
The thin threads tightened.
For an instant, they bulged slightly as the magnetic force running through the Magnetizum alloy changed.
Ezra reversed it.
The pulling force shifted into repulsion, causing the threads to release what they had caught before immediately retracting.
Both lines snapped back toward him.
Fast.
