JonJon had misjudged the force he had put behind the blow and the momentum caused him to somersault as the skateboard clanked off the helmeted figure. He landed with an audible release of breath as his lungs emptied slightly from the fall.

He quickly got up in a catchers crouch ready as two gunshots rang out above him. They must have been blind fired at chest height. He instinctively with his right hand threw the skateboard up for protection and covered his bandanna clad face with his right in the moments hesitation Nyra gave him. Three shots rang out in quick succession. The first hit the top most left wheel causing it to shatter and the fragments of bullets to pepper his right arm protecting his face. The second shot whizzed by uncomfetable close to his left thigh. The third flew harmlessly through the empty air the was just occupied by JonJon's chest. The first bullet's fragments impact on his fore arm had sent pain and the instinctual message to his brain to teleport.

He barely registered the hit as he opened his eyes to be behind the falling and helmeted figure. Grasping and axle with his good arm he flung it down toward the facial area like a sledge hammer. Needless to say he was pissed at everyone deciding and successfully making him target practice.

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