He grabbed for his rifle hanging from his tactical vest, bracing the butt of it against his shoulder. The weapon was difficult to wield one-handed but not impossible to use. He pulled the trigger and held it down, hoping Rachel’s shields were shit. They weren’t. The spelled bullets ricocheted off her defenses, and Patrick groaned. “Betrayal isn’t how you do your civic duty!” “You can’t stop us,” Rachel yelled, taking a step forward. Her athame trailed bright lines of magic in its wake as she drew a pentagram in the air before her. It wasn’t a mageglobe, but her magic’s focus was still obvious.
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