Adrian’s brow raised a little, when he saw that the man had pulled a gun on he and Silver. Startled as he was, confusion rose up in his mind. He’d had his ears pointed at the man the entire time this happened. There was no way he couldn’t have heard him fiddling about with a firearm. Something seemed off. Was this guy shaking? Sweating? It was hard to tell, with all the fur, but his observations brought him to a few different conclusions.
The moment the capybara’s gaze shifted to something else, Adrian launched forward on his long legs. He covered the distance in a single bound, grabbed onto the wrist of the man’s outstretched arm, and used the leverage to pull him into a heavy kick. Adrian’s leg let out a low whoosh as it swung out like clockwork and connected with the man’s abdomen, the force lifting his victim off the ground. Somewhere in the violent burst of air that left his body, the poor capybara’s spirit drifted away and he slumped to the floor. Not missing a beat, Adrian removed the pistol from his hand and, once he’d secured it, pulled back on the slide.
“Knew it,” he grumbled, as he took a few steps back and glanced over at Silver, “Must've thought he already chambered the first round. Now what?”