As he spoke, Mountain Eagle's right hand struck like lightning at the throat of the guy in front of him, so fast that the Indian's companion nearby didn't even have time to react.
Mountain Eagle watched the guy in front of him with eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out. He stepped forward, lifted his knee, and slammed it heavily into the guy's groin. As the guy instinctively bent over, he gave him a forceful shove...
Using the unlucky guy's body to block the two Indians' movements, Mountain Eagle's right hand clenched into a fist with the thumb pressed against the index finger to form a sharp cone, then swung his right arm to jab the thumb's cone into the throat of a nearby Indian.
Then Mountain Eagle stepped forward again, and as if by magic, a Ruger Silent Pistol appeared in his hand. He fired it at the hearts of the two Indians, using the badly injured and voiceless unlucky guy as a barrier.
"Tap, tap, tap, tap..."
