[ That's a wicked punch; he'd be impressed, if he wasn't busy scrambling back from that sword; the tip nicks him across the ear, wicked hot. Hissing, he rolls again, light flashing when he comes back up with a manifested bayard cocked flush against the Mako's stomach. Breathe in--
The blast is deafened by the rain and guts, but the white metal is sprayed red as the pirate doubles over, blood spewing from the gaping hole. Lance feels bile in his throat, teeth grit hard, tries to swallow air as he totters back up on weak knees. Look away look away look away--they don't have time to waste.
The pirate's gun is Aloy's for the taking, if she wants it. ]
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The blast is deafened by the rain and guts, but the white metal is sprayed red as the pirate doubles over, blood spewing from the gaping hole. Lance feels bile in his throat, teeth grit hard, tries to swallow air as he totters back up on weak knees. Look away look away look away--they don't have time to waste.
The pirate's gun is Aloy's for the taking, if she wants it. ]