"Yes. They're usually not this clean though," Gene remarks as he steps forward. Pulling his gun out of his coat, he starts muttering under his breath.
"Stupid necrolady getting my lab all smelly with black magic and throwing knives everywhere. She could've gone upstairs to the knife throwing room if she wanted to throw knives," he mutters, slowly loading his spell-shooter with odd looking bullets. "And stupid demon showing up instead of going in the box where I wanted it and did it bring any snacks? No...they never bring snacks," he goes on as the gun is loaded and readied.
"Next time don't forget the french fries!" he barks, pointing and shooting at the demon. Instead of a bullet, a spell is fired from the muzzle of the gun along with a burst of mystic runes. Should the spell hit, it will start to freeze the beastie from the point of contact.
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