Robert lunged for the gun, praying Amanda didn't realize she was almost standing on it. She dropped to one knee, putting her body between Robert and the gun. He rammed into her shoulder and it felt like he hit a brick wall. Amanda laughed and casually backhanded him. Robert gasped as all the air exploded out of his lungs and he sagged. Amanda roughly grabbed him and twisted him into a painful head lock. Her muscles felt like steel against his head and he could feel them still growing, pushing harder against him, cutting off more air while she was obviously exerting next to no effort.

"Shame on you, LITTLE brother." Amanda jeered as she picked up the gun carefully between her massive fingers. She adjusted the dials with a hand that was rock solid and steady despite Roberts powerful thrashings.

"Amanda, what are you planning on doing?" She looked to see her parents fearfully watching her.

Amanda finished adjusting the gun and smiled, "This," she said as she pulled the trigger.