[To be honest, John's never seen anything like it before, either. The pixies, seeing their fellows fall more swiftly now, begin to scatter. John dials in on them with an accuracy that feels wholly unnatural and shoots, hardly feeling the recoil. This is very wrong, but it's getting the job done. He stops shooting once the last few have fled too far, and looks down at himself.]
That might have come in a bit handy earlier. Sorry. This doesn't usually happen when I change magazines.
[He wonders if he's got some kind of time limit, too.]
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That might have come in a bit handy earlier. Sorry. This doesn't usually happen when I change magazines.
[He wonders if he's got some kind of time limit, too.]