[ The irony of pulling a gun on someone in the presence of the last man he shot is not lost on him. His only real regret here is that he hasn’t the time to turn and appreciate the look on G’raha Tia’s face when it happens. His eyes remain on the raider, not trusting so opportunistic a creature to shoot him first the second his back is turned.
“It wasn’t personal,” says the man. “Wrong place, wrong time.” Emet-Selch only scoffs.
It is at that moment that the little side street, or whatever this space between buildings once was, is flooded with light. The raider manages to scramble back under an overhang, but Emet-Selch is caught right out in the open.
He has just enough time to think that this is what he gets for not just shooting the man and being done with it, and then he is simply gone. Obliterated, in the space of a moment. ]
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“It wasn’t personal,” says the man. “Wrong place, wrong time.” Emet-Selch only scoffs.
It is at that moment that the little side street, or whatever this space between buildings once was, is flooded with light. The raider manages to scramble back under an overhang, but Emet-Selch is caught right out in the open.
He has just enough time to think that this is what he gets for not just shooting the man and being done with it, and then he is simply gone. Obliterated, in the space of a moment. ]