[John's brows knit together as he takes another swipe at a pixie. They're backing off now, which he doesn't particularly like. They group together and move higher, settling over the frozen river. A small barrage of ice chunks follows that is annoying, if not deadly. Even if his shoulder hadn't been shot, John doesn't imagine he can lob his propane tank high and far enough to bother them. Luckily, Ryu's got wings, and John's got his gun plus an extra clip of bullets. He sets down the tank and pulls the gun from his waistband at the small of his back.]
Let's finish off this lot, at least.
[He starts shooting, though the bullets have minimal effect, and he keeps having to duck the pixies' volleys.]
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[John's brows knit together as he takes another swipe at a pixie. They're backing off now, which he doesn't particularly like. They group together and move higher, settling over the frozen river. A small barrage of ice chunks follows that is annoying, if not deadly. Even if his shoulder hadn't been shot, John doesn't imagine he can lob his propane tank high and far enough to bother them. Luckily, Ryu's got wings, and John's got his gun plus an extra clip of bullets. He sets down the tank and pulls the gun from his waistband at the small of his back.]
Let's finish off this lot, at least.
[He starts shooting, though the bullets have minimal effect, and he keeps having to duck the pixies' volleys.]