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Star Flitter
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A new wound has dug on top of your chest, one that will not leave you alone. She has taken your gun, yet she has not shot you. Why?
You try to get up, one word coming out of your mouth.
"Why?"
She does not respond. Her only moves are that of her left hand. With a single click, she unloads the pistol's magazine, moving it to her right hand before discarding it, the magazine falling down to the ground making a clutching sound.
So it seems, she wants a fight, a fair one at that. But you reason with myself, since non of you are wiser than the other, neither of you should appear to be greater then the other; but she moves around with elegance, her moves quick, her will strong, as if she knows something more then you. What is it that she can do that you can't;
You do not fancy your self a fighter...
...or do you?
What will you do?
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