The Taco Bell? [Why does the closest safe haven have the worst food? Mohammed glances back at the cowboy.]
Get down! [He lobs another fireball at the bullet, but the fake Hol Horse is smarter than the real counterpart. The bullet turns upward, avoiding the attack, and arcs backward while it prepares to return to its original trajectory.]
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[Dave is younger and therefore needs to be looked after the most.]
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[There's little time to argue. The cowboy's footsteps echo from the alleyway they just escaped.]
Go! I'm running, too!
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[ HE WILL, TOO. ]
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He fires at the two running figures.]
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Get down! [He lobs another fireball at the bullet, but the fake Hol Horse is smarter than the real counterpart. The bullet turns upward, avoiding the attack, and arcs backward while it prepares to return to its original trajectory.]
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[ and on he runs ]
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and the bullet veers to the right.
He turns sharply on his left leg and lobs a fireball at it, only for the bullet to graze his right arm. A speck of blood falls to the street.]
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[ because bullets can clearly? be cut by swords? ]
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It's a magic bullet, of course it can be done if the swordsman has magic powers.]
Thanks! [He holds his hand to his arm and pulls it to his face. That is...definitely blood.] He's real.
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Dave. It looks like his bullets can learn from our attacks. This might be our last chance to get out safe.
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