[hr][hr][center][h2][color=00ffbb]Lawrence B. Ellison[/color][/h2]
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On a goddamn clusterfuck of a battlefield. Population: Lawrence, Hazel, Sander, Chistmas, Kusari and Emma. Also Blue Team, Green Team, Pink Team, a random assortment of monsters, some trucks and useless muggle guards.
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[color=00ffbb][i]Tch.[/i][/color]

Lawrence couldn't exactly move out of the way of the doll's attack with Christmas right behind him. Not that he was particularly eager to throw his life away for a stranger, but keeping the boy behind him alive was his biggest priority. Bracing himself, and hoping the impact didn't kill him before Christmas could heal his wounds, Lawrence held the shotgun out in front of him defensively, feeling a rare adrenaline spike as he did so.

...

...

The impact never came. His eyes, closed briefly in anticipation of being smashed to pieces, opened to see Hazel moving in to his defense. She [i]had[/i] said that her number one priority was to protect him, but plenty of nutjobs said plenty of things they didn't mean. He didn't actually expect her to be serious. His suspicions that his roommate [i]wasn't quite normal[/i] were confirmed a little bit more every time they interacted. Still, this wasn't the time to be thinking about that.

It was only after Hazel, thankfully, intercepted the oncoming attack that he let the full effect of that glitter bomb from earlier sink in, and the stinging on his hands and face began to register. The pain was noticeable, but hardly severe or widespread. His jacket had stopped most of the damage. He tried to disregard the attack and focus on the battle once more, but paused at the sight of his bleeding hand as it loaded another shell into his gun.

Blood.

"[color=00ffbb]Shit![/color]"

A quick glance behind him confirmed that, yes, the attack did [i]much[/i] worse harm to people with thinner clothing. The wounds still looked superficial to him, but the sight of Christmas bleeding was a problem. His blood was [i]kind of fucking important[/i] to the group. As such, Lawrence wasted no time in slipping off his jacket, digging the box of shells out of the pocket as he did so, and barking an order to the boy behind him:

"[color=00ffbb]Put that on![/color]"

Lawrence savored the feeling of not being shredded to ribbons while it lasted, and dropped to one knee. There wasn't much more he could do defensively, he had to at least try to attack. The sight of the witch's sphere sucking in the surrounding glitter stuck in his mind more than anything else. A sphere that she still held out, in plain sight on top of the Eyepion. He didn't know if it had any other uses, but at least if he managed to get rid of it then it might halt another glitter attack for fear of friendly fire. If he managed to [i]miss[/i] it, he might at least hit the hag instead. His mind made up, not deterred by the sight of Sander charging in from the corner of his eye, Lawrence took aim and let the explosion of sound overwhelm him once more as he pulled the trigger.