Reginald looked over at Michael and slowly shook his head. "What a lightweight. Back home I'd take three of those shots and punch and average of twenty men to death every day. Also I seem to remember walking up a hill both ways for some reason."
EMily returned from her ethereal form
"My apologies, I had to leave to report in and take a log. I'll be gone for a moment, I'm just checking in right now."
Four picked up the gun, but as she went to hand it to Mia it fell apart in her hands, "Turns out I was right. That thing was a piece of crap. Couldn't even take one kick before shattering."
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