they were firing on me with guns of their own , but i was homed in , my mind operating in a totally mechanical , methodical way , slowing everything down , taking everything in : the three bullets shaped almost like a three-point heart , coming towards me from three different gunshear the gun fire , see the bullets , move to the left , fireone , two , three , fourthree spurts of blood , three men with arrows in their necks , more bullets , this time i had to blur to one side ( our way of saying move so quickly to one side that we look like a blur , just to clarify ) fire again and again and again , blood spurting towards the sky , towards the darkened street behind them , bodies dropping , snow pouring , lightning crashing , hitting the marksalice always hit her mark when she controlled the lightningand hail soaring towards three other men so quickly that they looked like swiss cheese by the time they crumpled to the ground .