He had a sure feeling that bullet would never land on him, but feelings aren't always to be trusted in a life and death situation.
Whizz.
Ferris stood frozen for a split second. It was clear that Miss Evening's agility with a gun was something to be wary of, and her aim was not to be questioned.
Yet, those facts were betrayed as his ears began to bleed slowly.
She shot a bit of my ear off, it was intentional.
She's on my side—
Bang!
That's headed straight for my head!
Dashing to the side, Ferris narrowly avoided her bullet that whizzed by like lightning.
It's not her tracking projectiles... what's her deal?
If she's on my side, she would've shot that villain before even coming here.
She's neither on the villain's side and she's neither on the hero's side.
Prove to me that you're a knight, and I won't shoot ya.
Ferris recalled the words said to him by her.
Prove, how do I even prove to her that I'm a knight?
Does she want me to shout it out?
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