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She bit back a screech as the bullets came in contact with her skin. Étoiles nearly fell backwards trying not to put too much pressure on the bleeding foot. Still, she held her ground through the unbearable pain; the guilt would be worse if she gave her side away. Her lip began to bleed with how hard she was biting it as the two conversed. "I will not answer..." She muttered, trying to convince herself of the words. "I will not answer... I will not answer..." Her eyes began to glaze over in pain when she realized a [i]sword[/i] would be used for torture instead of the flintlocks. [i]Oh, the Rebellion definitely owes me one if I survive this...[/i]