[ He's right, of course. The bare instant he's out of the way, the Widow's Kiss strikes. The shot rings true, and what had been the creature's head a second ago is now a pulpy remain. But there's no accounting for momentum, because that isn't her job. Reaper may just find he's made a new friend in the slumping, warped corpse that falls for him.
Her voice follows from her hidden niche, even as ever: ] I spared you the ammunition.
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Her voice follows from her hidden niche, even as ever: ] I spared you the ammunition.
[ Isn't she so helpful, so thoughtful?? ]