He looked back at the two men by the door, moving the gun between them.

He moved the gun a little, seeking a port farther forward.

Con moved the gun to the left and fired again.

I moved the gun back in line with his body.

He moved the gun slightly from left to right, to make sure of a mortal hit.

Molgarin said, moving the gun from one of the woman's eyes to the other.

I moved the gun a fraction while he savaged me.

I started moving the gun toward the black mass, still firing.

He moved the gun right up to the woman's eye.

I moved the gun slightly from side to side in front of his eyes.