[oh. bad. standing his ground to fire now turns out to be a bad idea.
Manabu brings up his forearms to shield his face as ice zips past him, lacerating fabric and skin alike on their way. where blood is drawn, sparks flicker and pop, attracted to metal and the ends of his hair as a long-standing static.
while Magnet jumps up to latch onto one of Keith's arms, Manabu darts down the street in search of cover, hopping over an idle wagon while he checks his pistol's settings and watches shadows moving on the wall nearby to give him an idea of where he's at.]
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Manabu brings up his forearms to shield his face as ice zips past him, lacerating fabric and skin alike on their way. where blood is drawn, sparks flicker and pop, attracted to metal and the ends of his hair as a long-standing static.
while Magnet jumps up to latch onto one of Keith's arms, Manabu darts down the street in search of cover, hopping over an idle wagon while he checks his pistol's settings and watches shadows moving on the wall nearby to give him an idea of where he's at.]