Deceptive
He looked so relaxed, his finger on the trigger, batting bullets away with a sweep of his hand. There had almost been a smile on his face, a flash of fangs before the final victory.
He looked so sure, in that misty half-vision, the enemies falling around him, until only one was left.
He looked unbeatable.
Until the one bullet he missed buries itself in his shoulder. Until the gun slips from his fingertips. Until the last, guttering breath falls from his lips.
Sven's eye has shown him what the future looks like. But he believes looks can be deceptive.