[John takes a breath through his nose, eyes glancing over Sherlock's features, before he turned on his heel and faced the edge of the roof, lifting either gun and targeting a pair of trees in the distance. When he finally pulls the trigger, the bullets seem to vanish, until a split second later they crop off a branch on either of the two trees, perfectly on either side.]
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[John takes a breath through his nose, eyes glancing over Sherlock's features, before he turned on his heel and faced the edge of the roof, lifting either gun and targeting a pair of trees in the distance. When he finally pulls the trigger, the bullets seem to vanish, until a split second later they crop off a branch on either of the two trees, perfectly on either side.]