Jesse's less lucky, but then again also not as good of a shot. Once he's standing, he fires off two, misses both, and gets himself a bullet directly into the left shoulder. His chest jerks, he stumbles back a step, but he really doesn't have time to think about it - he just steps forward again, points and aims, and this time when he shoots, the guy catches it right in the forehead. The guy doesn't even teeter, he just reels backwards onto the pavement.

Meyer's last few bullets echo out across the street and Jesse can feel his ears ringing. That's the thing that had always surprised him the most, he remembers distinctly from the first time he ever fired a gun, "Louder than in the movies," he remarks absently as he looks back over at Meyer, and the gun clatters from his hand and onto the ground. Adrenaline's got him all flustered, he's still not thinking about his shoulder. "You hit?"