[Cid feels panic rush in his heart as he watches that unfold. He was so certain the other man would just drop dead with such a shot.]
…Nice aim.
[His eyes go to the other man’s cleavage, lingering.]
…You think I’m meant to…?
[He points at his own cutout, barrel to the chest before he thinks a little better of it and shoots at the outside of his own cut out’s leg. He misses, a reward for his cowardice. He tries again, hitting it properly. He braces for the pain.]
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…Nice aim.
[His eyes go to the other man’s cleavage, lingering.]
…You think I’m meant to…?
[He points at his own cutout, barrel to the chest before he thinks a little better of it and shoots at the outside of his own cut out’s leg. He misses, a reward for his cowardice. He tries again, hitting it properly. He braces for the pain.]