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... He shouted, firing his last round at the middle of the cultists, forcing them to scatter around like terrified chickens.
As the paladins charged to fight, he retreated to the shadows and started reloading the cannon in his artificial arm. He could only hold four shots, yet that was still plenty as long as he planned ahead. And now as the paladins drew the cultist's attention, Jack stared at the chaos trying to figure out who is the cultist's leader as his hands worked by muscle memory. < ...
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