[Klaus hisses as the bullet tears across his shoulder before hitting the tree behind. A graze? That's a chunk gone, Ples. Blood blooms on Klaus's coat, staining the already dark fabric even darker. Between the pain and his rage at the creature's words, Klaus is more than ready to shoot him and get this over with.
Then Ples speaks. For just a moment, Klaus hesitates. Maybe they don't have to--
So help him, Darkples, he'll kill you. And it will feel excellent.]
Be quiet!
[He shoots. The bullet grazes Ples's hair, miraculously not doing him any damage, though it does splinter the tree behind him something fierce.]
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Then Ples speaks. For just a moment, Klaus hesitates. Maybe they don't have to--
So help him, Darkples, he'll kill you. And it will feel excellent.]
Be quiet!
[He shoots. The bullet grazes Ples's hair, miraculously not doing him any damage, though it does splinter the tree behind him something fierce.]