[Irvine spins away with a yelp, backing up against a building nearby and aiming his shotgun at her again, automatically pumping it so it self-loads, leaving no shells behind. He's about to shoot when it registers that she spoke. He's about to shoot anyway when it registers what she said.]
No?
[Crap. His voice is shaking.]
You're a sorceress.
[Okay so there are good sorceresses around ... theoretically ... but a chick who looks like that and just happens to be lurking around somewhere he walked into from the time whammy he was in the middle of? Nuh-uh. No way.
[And yet he hesitates. She looks so much like Matron, and now she's forced him to think, and damn it, he hesitates.]
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[Irvine spins away with a yelp, backing up against a building nearby and aiming his shotgun at her again, automatically pumping it so it self-loads, leaving no shells behind. He's about to shoot when it registers that she spoke. He's about to shoot anyway when it registers what she said.]
No?
[Crap. His voice is shaking.]
You're a sorceress.
[Okay so there are good sorceresses around ... theoretically ... but a chick who looks like that and just happens to be lurking around somewhere he walked into from the time whammy he was in the middle of? Nuh-uh. No way.
[And yet he hesitates. She looks so much like Matron, and now she's forced him to think, and damn it, he hesitates.]