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[i]Donny would leap to his right, having expected another spell. What he didn't expect were five spells. The one that had been launched at his gun hand would take him in the belly, the rest missing. He'd land on his side, gasping for breath but with still enough sense to have not fallen upon his shooting arm. His bulletproof vest had certainly saved his bacon. He still felt like he had broken a rib though.

Gun aimed at Gweyr, Donny would slowly attempt to rise to his feet, the heel of his left hand poised just above the Magnum's hammer, which had already been cocked back. He could empty the weapon in a second, and with far greater tact than how the magic missiles had been launched. He wouldn't settle for aiming all over her body. He'd watch where she moved and would adjust to hit her anyways.

But for some reason he wasn't shooting yet. He had something to say.[/i]