[He misses. The shot hits the ground at Klaus's feet, doing little more than stirring up some dust. It's just close enough that Klaus cannot say that Ples missed on purpose, but he has a sneaking suspicion that he is being toyed with, and it doesn't sit well with him.
But if Ples insists. Klaus lifts his own gun, arm straight, not shaking. No worries. No hesitation.
And then, at the last moment, he angles the gun downward and hits the roots at the base of Ples's tree. The radium that laces the bullet causes a few sparks on impact and glows dully blue from within the shattered shell.]
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But if Ples insists. Klaus lifts his own gun, arm straight, not shaking. No worries. No hesitation.
And then, at the last moment, he angles the gun downward and hits the roots at the base of Ples's tree. The radium that laces the bullet causes a few sparks on impact and glows dully blue from within the shattered shell.]
I have never relied on luck, creature.