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As the girl reached for her gun, by God a sniper no less, Charles raised his to aim at her as well. They were both now at a standstill. With loaded guns and high tension in the air, so thick it could be cut with a bread knife. Martel fluttered on his shoulder, letting out a small caw his feathered friend was ready to swoop at a moments notice. "And unless you wish to have Martel here pick your corpse clean then I suggest that you lower your weapon. I will do what I please." Charles looked the sniper up and down and then up and down the girls body, the difference was noticeable "By Lord, do you even know how to use that thing? Drop it before you hurt yourself or I do."