"It's your turn!" Lecan said coldly to Nathan.
Nathan shrugged and handed a bullet to Lecan, allowing him to load it into the chamber.
Lecan loaded two bullets into the chamber, placing them as far apart as possible. This made it even more difficult to distinguish the sound of the bullet being fired by ear.
Nathan smiled and said, "All these little tricks are unnecessary because I don't think your luck can last much longer."
Lecan replied, "But your luck may not be any better than mine."
Nathan said confidently, "I don't rely on luck, I rely on skill."
Lecan began to spin the chamber, alternating between fast and slow rotations, making the force of the chamber's friction vary each time and making the sound it produced even harder to distinguish.
Nathan didn't seem to be paying much attention and simply said, "Stop."
Lecan stopped spinning the chamber and handed the gun to Nathan.