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Shun pushed himself off of Mari, muttering out a [color=2EFEC8]"Sorry, that was my fault,"[/color] as he shifted to the side and rose to his feet slowly, both to buy time and to not provoke the villain into shooting again. His stance was unsteady, his breath uneven. Why was he shaking so badly? Adrenaline? He wasn't afraid. He [i]wasn't[/i] afraid. This was fake. But it [i]could be[/i] real. His mind was racing like it was real. The gun looked like it was real. His ears were still ringing like it was real. He needed to get rid of that gun.

He leveled his gaze back on the Mastermind, his rational thought still not working at full capacity. It was a significant risk, the rational part of his brain noted; [i]but he could beat this guy,[/i] the primal, fight-or-flight part countered. If he missed, he'd be done for. [i]But he could win.[/i] It wasn't really worth it; he and Mari could come up with a better plan. [i]But he could win.[/i] Mari couldn't take this guy on her own, could she? [i]But he could win.[/i] It wouldn't feel good. [i]But he could win.[/i]

[color=2EFEC8]"We can't beat a gun,"[/color] He dejectedly stage-whispered to Mari, although he didn't really care if the villain heard him or not. He sucked in a deep breath, and started raising his hands in mock surrender. His hands didn't even make it halfway up before Shun dissociated again, reforming in front of the large man. He only needed a finger. One of his hands swiped down on the gun just as the pixelated mass started resembling a person, and by the time Shun was outwardly recognizable, he was already disappating again. But, the pixelating effect didn't stop at his fingers like it usually would; the gun began breaking apart in the man's hand, particles writhing against the Mastermind's palm like it had just been transformed into a colony of swarming bees before disappearing altogether.

Shun reformed outside the bus on the driver's side, form flickering as he staggered toward the side of the vehicle. He slumped against it, sliding down a bit so that the villain hopefully wouldn't notice where he'd moved to from the windows. He let out an unsteady exhale, white-knuckling the stolen firearm as he resisted the urge to audibly groan. His skin felt like it was practically crawling and his stomach was twisted up in more knots than before. He was really hoping he wouldn't need to do a double jump, especially in the middle of a fight. Didn't the proctor say not to overdo it at the beginning? No, it was an acceptable loss. He had what he needed. The villain was disarmed. Shun would be fine in a few minutes, Mari just needed to hold out that long. 

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