Perón turns, feeling a gaze on him, and finds the watcher by a door. He doesn't hesitate; he draws his gun and fires, silently praying that the man can't maintain any kind of shielding spell while casting another. If he can deflect the bullets like the other managed to do, then Perón, with the bad knee slowing him down, is out of options.
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Re: Second Team
Date: 2009-03-29 03:24 am (UTC)