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Unfortunately for Gweyr, the .44 Magnum's bullet exceeded the speed of sound by nearly 300 fps. To say it was one seriously powerful motherfucking gun would be an understatement. In 1971, it was widely regarded as the strongest hand gun in the world. Even in modern times, few men can handle its kick.

If Gweyr still brought out the magic, Donny would carry through with his motion and flee for several yards before turning around mid-sprint like a football player about to catch a ball and lashing his left hand out of his coat pocket. The pocket had a hole in it. He'd have plucked a grenade from his belt and haphazardly chucked it right at her. 

But...

If Gweyr were sharp of sight and able to have avoided or endured the .44 Magnum round, she'd see that the grenade hadn't even had its pin pulled. There were no invisible strings or remote detonation panels on it. It was simply a normal grenade that hadn't been primed.

As Donny loosed the grenade, he seemed to understand what he had done. His childish face twisted into a scrunched up howl of dismay. Professional killer, feared across the country. And he had just given his opponent a way to blow him up.[/i]