He's That Good
"So how good are you?" Nick asked, palming the mug of beer the waitress had placed before him.
Vash stared at him, uncomprehending. "Huh?"
"At shooting," his friend said. "I heard you took down the Nebraska family with only six bullets."
The outlaw blinked, then grinned suddenly. "Aw, that ain't nothing.
"Watch this."
He retrieved a pack of cards from seemingly nowhere, flung them into the air; they scattered about the bar haphazardly.
"POW! POW! POW!"
Nick gathered them up. An expression of disbelief crossed his face as he noticed that each one had a perfect hole in the middle.
"How did you do that without a gun?" he sputtered.
Vash withdrew his finger, eyed him coolly.
"I hole punched them yesterday."