Are you trying to become a walking pincushion? [Her tone is sharp as she advances, although there's a note of impressed admiration in her tone at the force he'd exerted. Most of their attackers were down for the count, unmoving on the ground, and she had no idea what he'd done, but it had certainly been effective. She saw one of the cultists stir and put a bullet in his head.]
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Hey. Big guy. You're bleeding.