Lightning Tiger disappeared in a flash, backing up quickly to avoid the plume of gas that was spewing from the man's back. The next time he appeared, he was already on his knees having scooped up one of the guns that the soldiers had dropped.
His eyes rapidly scanned the wooden armour, searching for the weak-points that most had, before pointing the gun to the mans shoulder and pulling the trigger.
Hitting the gap between the plates needed for movement at this distance would be difficult for most, but Lightning Tiger was more than just a normal spy. He was highly trained in sharpshooting. Never-mind hitting that tiny target, he would be able to hit a fly's wings across the room and keep the fly alive.
Which was why when the gun clicked and refused to fire, he clicked his tongue in annoyance. He pulled it a few more times, trying to make it fire, but no matter what it refused to do its job.
It had to be some kind of security feature to prevent this exact thing.
