Eden's almost as quick as him, almost.<br/>Her hand closes over the pistol as she pulls it up, aiming at his neck she squeezes off a shot. Its just a little off center. Jonathan will feel the breeze the bullet makes as it whistles past his neck.<br/><br/>Eden stumbles back, falling to her knees as she gasps for breath. It feels like her ribs have been broken. Each shot hit the same place. She's clutching at her side, almost doubled over