Deflects shotgun pellets

“You got it!” they shouted, squeezing the triggers with the brute strength
their delight lent them. With the gravest of roars, each weapon released
three dozen pellets—seventy-two balls of shot loosed in a sheath of flame at
D’s chest. One can’t help but wonder if the two men saw the flash of green
that seemed to sweep the hot lead away a split second before it was due to
strike. Tiny lead balls plunked down on the crushed stone road, and the two
deputies felt the chill of the blade sinking into their skulls. Surely neither of
them would’ve believed he could use the invader ivy leaves and branches to
knock the flying buckshot out of the air.
Still brandishing his bloodstained sword, D said to the rocket-launcherpacking giant, “Come on.”

The giant trembled. The murderous implement under his arm had become
a mere chunk of iron that offered no security at all. What guarantee did he
have that a man who could knock buckshot out of the air with a branch
couldn’t turn his own missiles back on him?

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