Odd1C Steeljack gives no ground to bullets

“It amuses me to see you here. I may know very little about you, but you were a supervillain,” he says to me, smugly. “And here you are, protecting a hero and a target. But neither can help you. So, why is it you keep them around?”

And British, too. I think about all the time I spent in Biro, about the people in Kiefer Square countin’ on me. Why am I here, helping these guys?

I don’t answer quick enough. He aims and fires, an’ I have to turn around, block the shots with my back. Pushes me into the corner, so I set down the general an’ Buddy, try and keep them safe.

Then, I turn back around. His shots bounced off, but there was a little sting to ‘em. And he fired quick. Got to distract him. “Maybe I don’t know. What do you think?”

He closed his eyes. “You won’t get me that easily.”

More shots. I put my guard up, plant my feet, and I don’t give any ground. I can’t. Not while they’re there.