I've got a dislocated shoulder Captain! I just told you that I'm not well!
[He's shouting back--pure proof that he's not meant to be in the military--and whips out his Bryar and shoots at the nearest target without bothering to aim. The bolt hits--even off hand and distracted, his instincts know how to react.]
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[He's shouting back--pure proof that he's not meant to be in the military--and whips out his Bryar and shoots at the nearest target without bothering to aim. The bolt hits--even off hand and distracted, his instincts know how to react.]