[That's how it goes sometimes, yeah? Sometimes you aren't in the mood to talk or negotiate. Akira can understand that much, giving into the urge to laugh at Solomon without holding back an ounce of amusement. It occurs to him that he'd love nothing more than to deck that salty sneer right off his face, and perhaps he isn't alone in the desire to duke it out until they've rounded the edges off their mutual frustration.
The ground beneath Akira's feet begins to buck and tremble and he manages to roll to the side, raising his gun in one fluid motion and pulling the trigger. There's no fun and confetti this time, only the fiery pitch black of a magic bullet honing in on Solomon's face. Where would the fun be in holding back? If Solomon eats a blast of magic to the face, he'll have deserved it.]
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The ground beneath Akira's feet begins to buck and tremble and he manages to roll to the side, raising his gun in one fluid motion and pulling the trigger. There's no fun and confetti this time, only the fiery pitch black of a magic bullet honing in on Solomon's face. Where would the fun be in holding back? If Solomon eats a blast of magic to the face, he'll have deserved it.]