An understated [color=lightblue][b]"Oh"[/b][/color] was Toby's reply to Vivian's arrival and hostile greeting.
He evidently wasn't much for the mid-combat wordplay.

Toby expected the teleporter to come after him, but he expected to make it more than a few hundred yards before she warped so boldly in his path. Catching him off guard like that, Vivian would have spilled Toby's guts then and there if not for the microsecond of warning he got by sensing the teleporter's Curse.

The forward momentum of his run made it impossible to jump backward, so the only way to get out of the blade's path was to throw himself to the left, too violently to keep his balance, instead skidding on his side, fluttering up a cloud of ash. But even as he dived, he twisted his torso and aimed, so that when he stopped few yards past her, his eye, his gun, and her center mass made a straight line. Teeth clenched in a grimace of discomfort from his impromptu slide to home base, he squeezed the trigger once. 

Even with the awkward spontaneity of the shot, Montana had been right about Toby's steady hand.

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Spire could see none of this. Even though he noticed the teleporter vanishing from his peripheral, he had to keep his eyes on the mind manipulator, or she could wreak havoc on his brother when he approached. With the young woman so far away, Spire could barely keep his squinting focus as it was - already he worried his hold on her might slip if she pushed back - and intermittent wreckage would have hidden Toby even if he could look away from his target.

Underscoring these practical considerations, he liked the way said target cringed and folded like her hard drive was shorting out. He wished he was closer for a clearer view.