Annie broke the silence, stepping closer, her eyes locked on the variant's mangled remains. "How did you kill that thing?" she demanded, her voice sharp.
"I shot it," Jaxon replied simply.
Annie's brows tightened. "How?" she asked again. Her hand slowly tightened around her weapon. It was not fully threatening, but it was clear she was pressing him for an answer.
Jaxon noticed the gesture. He remained quiet for a moment before speaking in a calm voice. "I approached quietly. Watched its movement. Predicted where it would go, then shot it dead."
Annie's eyes narrowed, staring straight into his eyes. "That's not how things work."
Jaxon did not respond.
"You're not telling us everything," Annie continued, her gaze sharp.
Jaxon met the dark chestnut-haired girl's gaze without flinching, his expression unchanged.
Annie's eyes slowly shifted to the rifle in his hands. Her gaze sharpened, as if she was trying to see through the weapon itself, searching for something unusual.
