[They get some scribblets in pursuit, but he manages to pick them off with well-aimed shots to their roughly-defined legs and abdominal regions. Sprays of bullets cleave them apart in shreds of black-crayon drawing.]
[The rest are lost in the explosion, which works just fine by him.]
[In the meantime, he's bolting, putting enough distance between himself and the crayola carnage to shoot her a look that he hopes translates through his helmet.]
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[The rest are lost in the explosion, which works just fine by him.]
[In the meantime, he's bolting, putting enough distance between himself and the crayola carnage to shoot her a look that he hopes translates through his helmet.]
All right. You feel like explaining a few things?