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*Does not flinch even in the slightest*
...
*Disappears from where I am, and suddenly the barrel of your sniper rifle is cut off at the halfway point, the only sign that somethin had sliced it eing a quick flash of light, as though something reflected some as it passed through the blade*
Varlas: *it just scratches the barrel and I grin*
This isn't a normal rifle. It belonged to a formidable Sniper, whose life was worthless.
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*the half of the barrel cut off is then a rubber duck*
*nothing happens*