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Nimble and lithe, as graceful as a panther, Velera dodged the Humanoid's signature attack. She sprinted to the counter, reaching for the teleportation device located under the counter. In a fluid motion she had the gun in her hand and fired it at the creature, sending it out of the bar.

Ghosty seemed annoyed, addressing the bar then turning back to Integra. “I guess that’s it then… Fishy, why the heck were you cowering?”

By now, Integra's shadow had reattached, "I told you! I don't fight!!! I'm a terrible shot, and DRUNK! I was worried I'd hit you or someone else instead!" He was lying through his teeth, of course, but living as an outlaw for so long meant he was quite skilled at deceit. "I thought you said we could leave the bouncer work up to you!"