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Stop. Basket time.
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The stupid jock had pulled his gun even as he wove a wall of air and launched it at Bas. Bas didn't even think. He was in it now. Sometimes you took the hit to get off a better one.

He released his weave- the fire arrows he'd learned playing at Aurora's place- just as the wall slammed into him knocking him onto his back. In the back of his mind he thought of his suit. Bastard!! The hit and fall caused his arrows to fly wild and as he fell he saw only a few flew toward the guy and girl. He rolled over immediately and got to his feet, seeing one of them jutting out of prick's shoulder, hearing his screams.

And then he noticed lots of screams. The people who had been milling about and had given a little space at the beginning were now in a full fledged panic as some of them too had been hit. People rushed about, the air filled with the noises of chaos and panic. He smiled. This is what he needed, what he knew was gonna happen beginning that night at Kallistis. No more sneaking around, no more suspicion.

Only a second had gone by since he'd gotten up. The guy had dropped to a knee and his gun hand was down on the ground but looked to be getting up. Bas quickly formed his heavy fire-bo staff, much shorter than before. He wanted to feel this, to feel the hit in his arm and shoulder, the way a lead pipe felt in your hand, solid, an extension of your body, and the tchunk of the impact.

Only five feet separated them and he closed the distance in moments, the fire-staff swinging with all his strength and slamming into the man's upper arm instead of his head. Damn! He had raised himself up by this time. The impact was good and strong though.

But the man was solid and took the hit even as he barreled into Bas, knocking them both to the ground. The impact of the ground and the man landing on top of him knocked the breath out of him, but he ground his teeth and tried to roll the guy over so he could get out. The man was big and only moved enough for him to get a hand free. It was enough though and he grabbed the guy's shoulder and viciously gouged at it.
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