Gabriel could never win against Jesse when it came to a quick draw.

He doesn't even bother. That is, he bothers to put in the effort of acting like he was going to participate in this obviously one-sided duel, but otherwise? Nah. He knows he'll lose, and he'll definitely get a bullet right in the skull. Vaguely, he wonders if that'll just get the punk in hot water. That should be funny to witness. Jesse never really did give two shits about rules unless they really mattered to him.

The tension is practically tangible. All that's missing is the tumbleweeds, indeed. Within the split second before the draw, his fingers twitch. The motion seems to thrum throughout his entire body, following the lightspeed impact. An impact which should knocked a normal person back onto their back. Dead.

But instead, the entire visage dissolves onto the ground like a puddle, the black smoke rippling out dangerously.