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.... They rolled, wrestling for the gun. Fists met faces, stomachs, throats, ..., triumphant, tightened grip around the gun's handle. Oda pinned down one... screaming and blood. For a moment there, he felt her grab ... his mind. Up the controller went, down, it killed, and between,... his gut had told him before his thoughts could that they ... not like any regular, standard gun. Yoshitoki picked it up, admiring ...

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