NF15

The cane in Roman's hand jerked once, the vibrations travelling up his arm as his muscles adjusted to better take the recoil. The girl had her eyes closed, having given up entirely. That was fine with him. Even a monster such as he didn't get any real joy out of seeing the fear in their eyes.

The red dust round struck her face, passing straight through it and impacting the ground a few metres behind her in a fiery explosion.

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Roman tsked and stepped back, twisting his weapon to the approaching target. A split-second decision in the limited time he had, a choice between a helpless and injured brat or an unknown threat barrelling towards him. Not a difficult choice. The dust round impacted the ground before the figure, exploding in a fireball that was flung directly into the assailant's face. Roman wasn't a man who had gotten to where he was by taking chances, and Hunters were good at dodging head-on attacks. The smoke, not to mention the concrete kicked up by the blast, would ensure the bastard came out at least a little bloodied.