The robber at the end of the aisle - who isn’t the slurpee victim - has the sense to turn towards the slurpee machine with his gun drawn.

Nico drops to a knee slide as the gun goes off. RIP blue razzberry, which is now spraying half the store in neon sugar as the machine continues to churn despite the cracks in the casing.

The demigod punches Smart Guy in the nuts and melts into the shadow he casts. The second shot leaves a smoking bullet embedded in the linoleum where Nico just was.