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[i]Donny didn't have the inclination to sit down and feel shell shocked about how magic was real. That woman had turned into a purple knight and tanked a grenade. Whatever he was getting himself into, he could worry about later. Right now he had to make sure this witch bitch stayed down.

As Gweyr was briefly dazed, Donny dropped his left hand down to the hammer of his revolver and fired off two bullets in quick succession, the gun barely bucking in his steady grip.

One in the torso, one in the head, mafia style. There was a lot more than 1,000 psi behind those bullets. Magic or not, facing a Dirty Harry special head on was a bad idea. He could shoot faster than she could, and with lethal timing and relentless consistency, pinning her down and forcing her to defend.

However... He was still using a six-shooter. Had Gweyr been keeping count?[/i]