[A faint smile crosses his lips as he briefly glances back. He'd brush against him if he weren't glued to the spot. Literally! So instead he returns to the vigil, waiting. And, just as Mark starts to get close, Black snarls. It's enough to briefly cause Mark to lose his balance, and him falling flat on his face is all it takes.
Five yards is close enough for the Lion, apparently. He waits until he tries to get up again before firing. Twice. Once in the right shoulder, the other on the left side of his chest.
He tried. A valiant attempt was made.
Keith waits for any shots Shiro was going to make before he speaks.] So, [He keeps a watchful gaze on Mark until he's clear.] Which glue did you use?
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Five yards is close enough for the Lion, apparently. He waits until he tries to get up again before firing. Twice. Once in the right shoulder, the other on the left side of his chest.
He tried. A valiant attempt was made.
Keith waits for any shots Shiro was going to make before he speaks.] So, [He keeps a watchful gaze on Mark until he's clear.] Which glue did you use?