[The manta ray swings around again, just in time, and clocks the Death Eater from behind. Hard. Hard enough they may never get up again.]
[When it comes to life or death stuff, Harper doesn't hesitate. He doesn't aim for intimidation. (Mostly because it doesn't work. He doesn't exactly strike a very intimidating figure to the imagination.)]
[He goes in for the kill. He goes in for the messy multiple-smart-bullet-fueled kill.]
[...God, he wishes he still had his gun right now. And that it actually worked.]
[The manta ray absorbs back into Harper and he shakily climbs to his feet.]
What the hell was that? "Stop"? Do you think this is a game of Simon Says and that they'll just do what you tell them to do? They're here for a reason - whatever it is - and it's not exactly one that's compatible to survival, apparently.
[Killing, capture, whatever it is, this is a mess.]
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[When it comes to life or death stuff, Harper doesn't hesitate. He doesn't aim for intimidation. (Mostly because it doesn't work. He doesn't exactly strike a very intimidating figure to the imagination.)]
[He goes in for the kill. He goes in for the messy multiple-smart-bullet-fueled kill.]
[...God, he wishes he still had his gun right now. And that it actually worked.]
[The manta ray absorbs back into Harper and he shakily climbs to his feet.]
What the hell was that? "Stop"? Do you think this is a game of Simon Says and that they'll just do what you tell them to do? They're here for a reason - whatever it is - and it's not exactly one that's compatible to survival, apparently.
[Killing, capture, whatever it is, this is a mess.]
You have a sword, for cryin' out loud!