[Wash stands after a moment, grabbing the healing unit and storing it away before retrieving his rifle and the envelope. his injuries might be healed, but he can definitely feel that bullet still lodged in his shoulder. he makes a mental note of that for later. the pain he can ignore quite easily.]
Pliable enough to bend with the force my bullets put out. What was that about song magic though?
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Pliable enough to bend with the force my bullets put out. What was that about song magic though?