Shattered Reflections

I swung them, one after the other, each one catching a bullet, shattering as it deflected it, and then I reforged it instantly to catch the next.

Each hand swung a blade in a half circle before shattering, dissolving before the shards could hit my skin, and another was being birthed before it could fully dissolve into nothing.

I caught every bullet. Every single one. Until there was nothing left.