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[i]Donny didn't bother trying to guess what was going on with the car. He was no scientist, he had no answer to this kind of shit. He was about to answer the kid who had ran up next to him when he registered something moving in the corner of his eye. The sound of gunfire and the flicker of muzzle flare. He spun, left flank facing the trio of thugs to present as small a target as possible. They had somehow been warped back into a living existence. There was a hole in Donny's coat pocket, and through this hole he could always keep a grip on his gun. He had it drawn in the same motion he turned, but never got the chance to fire. All three enemies were taken down by arrows. Suitably, one was still living. He had an arrow in the knee, and Donny estimated that the fellow's days as an adventurer were over. Donny walked slowly over to the fallen thugs, answering the kid's question as he did.[/i]
"Jus' cawll me Donneh."

[i]He'd stop before the wounded thug, and if the man made any suspicious movements or tried to pick up one of the weapons on the ground, he'd only wind up with a bullet in each offending limb for his trouble. As neat as you please, as cool as a cucumber, Donny hooked a foot under one of the dropped vectors and kicked it up into the air, catching it neatly. He checked the magazine and adjusted the stock and grips. After having inspected the weapon, he stepped sideways so that he could keep the wounded thug in sight whilst also being able to sight what had happened to the woman who had been shot at. Instead of unleashing deadly kinetic force, the bullets seemed to transmute matter. Neato. He turned his full attention back to the fallen thug and aimed the vector at him. [/i]"Ah'll spare yuh thah convincin' talk 'bout how much longah an' more pleasant yuh life will be if yuh cooperate. Yuh got ten seconds tuh tell me information good 'nuff tah make me think twahce 'bout seein' what happens when a fella takes a few rounds from this puppeh in thuh bawlls."