[center] [h3] Marksman [/h3][/center]
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Liz looked at Chef in disgust, unbridled fury on her face. She spat on the ground between them, turning away before she shot him. He might have just cost Liz her sister. While being in a magic coma might stop the girl from acting, Liz could only theorize that it would make it easy for this entity to take better control over her sister.

The thought made her shake with anger.

"Next time you get in the way of saving my sister, I'm going to kill you," she growled before stomping away.

The lizard and metal girl were discussing the captured one.

Liz walked forward, lifting the hand not on the bow. "I'll make him talk," she said quietly, laying a hand on his forehead. "Where did they take my sister?" She growled. "You have three seconds before I use my power. I'm betting a shield will sever this psychic connection between this bastard and you. One..."