[her first instinct is to call up her fire, but there's something . . . off, with her magic. Something that she doesn't have the luxury of playing around with at this very moment.
So instead, she drops her hand to the hilt of her sword, prepared to draw it should the gun be turned on her again]
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So instead, she drops her hand to the hilt of her sword, prepared to draw it should the gun be turned on her again]
That was not necessary.