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- The rifle was empty. Cursing, the griffin drew up into a hover and began to reload.
- Reloading meant he had less of a grip on his weapon. I focused and telekinetically wrenched the firearm away, closing it. The griffin’s eyes widened as his own weapon twirled around to point at him.
- BLAM!
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