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Shun kept up his undaunted glare on the man as he stood, repositioning himself in a loose southpaw stance for the very likely event that the villain didn't simply surrender. The boy tensed as the Mastermind reached backward. He must have something hidden. A weapon? Shun's eyes trailed after the hand. His eyes widened. His stomach dropped. His breath caught in his throat. The villain had a gun. [i]The villain had a gun.[/i]

He was aiming at Mari. It was fake, right? Right? No time. He needed to get closer. He needed to [i]do something.[/i]

Shun twisted, bracing his shoulder as if he was going for a body check. He shifted his weight forward and pushed off with his front leg, dissolving into pixels again as his feet left the ground. Rather than try to shove the much larger man as his stance had suggested, he reformed completely off the ground in front of him, his shoulder poised about an inch away from the man's forearm to slam into it, letting momentum and gravity do the work for him in an attempt to skew the Mastermind's aim off to the side and away from Mari.

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