[ Juzo knows the type - in fact, he’s one of those types, himself. There’s always a moment where the calm becomes too cold to truly be calm. He sees a bit of that in Eustace, but not enough to cause too much concern… for the moment. ]
That so? Guess that’s possible, with a gun that shoots lightning.
[ He’s seen similar things back home, but never anything fueled by magic.
The mage currently under Eustace’s boot curls the fingers of their free hand against the pavement, trying to push through the pain and ignite a spark of magic. Juzo’s hand snaps out, catching the mage in that same spot at the base of their skull, and the topple over onto Eustace’s foot.
He’s probably knocked more than a few people out in his day. ]
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That so? Guess that’s possible, with a gun that shoots lightning.
[ He’s seen similar things back home, but never anything fueled by magic.
The mage currently under Eustace’s boot curls the fingers of their free hand against the pavement, trying to push through the pain and ignite a spark of magic. Juzo’s hand snaps out, catching the mage in that same spot at the base of their skull, and the topple over onto Eustace’s foot.
He’s probably knocked more than a few people out in his day. ]