[i]The bullets struck the woman, exploding; she fell, her flesh scorched and torn, to the ground. Suddenly, the boy screamed.[/i] "MOM!" [i]He cried, before Victoria's fist met his jaw. He was knocked back, sent skidding on the concrete ground of the Dojoville streets. His young face was in shock, his skin pale, staring at Victoria in horror; unable to speak. Meanwhile, Vance turned his face momentarily to look at the situation. His expression was unreadable as he turned back to the conflict; there was still one man and one woman left. From the holster at his left, he drew his handgun, so there was dual wielding guns. With slow, precise aim, he fired a bullet from gun, then another from each, for two bullets in each Contractee; they died simultaneously, so neither could grieve for the other.[/i]