[nehan's voice is clear as he counts, but while he doesn't raise it, it still carries in the silence, the empty streets. but the sound of the gun, when he finishes his count, is loud, echoing.
the erune is fairly sure he's got the thing in the head, and sees it jerk, as if bumping against the fence he pointed out earlier. but it doesn't fall, only keeps walking towards him at that steady, resolute pace, and he thinks he can see the bullet being pushed out of its skull-- the only confirmation of that is the ruined bullet falling to the ground, a tinny sound that he can hear so well.
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the erune is fairly sure he's got the thing in the head, and sees it jerk, as if bumping against the fence he pointed out earlier. but it doesn't fall, only keeps walking towards him at that steady, resolute pace, and he thinks he can see the bullet being pushed out of its skull-- the only confirmation of that is the ruined bullet falling to the ground, a tinny sound that he can hear so well.
and nehan holsters his gun.]
Time to leave.