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Duff kept his cool, as any bodyguard worth his salt would. Even so, he stood with one side facing away from the walking ball of lard, his left hand on the grip of the Type IX slung low on his left thigh; a revolver would be a much more manageable firearm than the rifle slung over his shoulder. He knew he was a better shot than that guard was. Without magic, he had honed his skills to near perfection, something many casters used magic to help with. If he got the first shot off...

No. Now wasn't the time. Gregor could think fast and think hard, and his flashbang might just have much less of an effect on Duff anyways thanks to that resistance he had built up. If the flashbang went off, [i]that[/i] was Duff's time to draw and fire. Sure, they weren't Voidtips, but they were still solid lead in .455 calibre. Weren't many humans at all who could withstand a bullet of that size wreaking havoc on their vital organs. [color=82ca9d][i]Do what needs to be done, Gregor,[/i][/color] he thought, aiming the mental command at Gregor as if the man could hear it. [color=82ca9d][i]I've got yer back, mate.[/i][/color]