[ Fortunately, Juzo has had enough practice siphoning curses out of ghosts that he could probably absorb the fire if it became a problem, but he opts to trust her... and boy, is he glad he does. Warmth washes over his arm, the fire spiraling around his frozen limb, and in no time at all the ice has melted away.
He lifts his hand to flex his fingers and pop the ammo chamber out, giving it a spin. ]
Looks like everything's in working order. Thanks, I owe you one.
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He lifts his hand to flex his fingers and pop the ammo chamber out, giving it a spin. ]
Looks like everything's in working order. Thanks, I owe you one.