Indiana Jones Style Whips

The silence is deafening. Something's up.

 you hear the faint metallic snap of a revolver's hammer engaging the sear. It came from behind.

In one blurred move you spin and flick your whip at the sound. The whip cracks like lightning as the tip flies faster than the speed of sound. your would-be assassin has been disarmed, with a sting he won't soon forget...

or forgive.