Killstreak let off a smirk and put his hands forward, in a nonthreatening manner, both fists closed. His fingers snapped, and the pointy finger of each hand shot forward, pointing at Solomon, as Killstreak's upper body leaned slightly backwards. "Ey!.. Quiet type, eh?" - He said, jokingly, as both of his golden revolvers materialized into his hands, and he pulled the trigger once for each of em. Firing off two explosive bullets at Solomon, one at his right elbow, the other at his left knee. Should the bullets, for some reason, find their mark and embed themselves within his body, the results would be.. truly limb-devastatingly bloody.