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Eh, you don't need to get rid of the knife yet. You take a moment to analyze which ally in the future would best use it. Adam, Ashley, and Maruyama have decent enough VIOLENCE to use it, if you recall correctly. The allies you have in the field right now are fine without another fancy toy.
First thing to worry about is a certain pest that almost gutted your allies alive. You reach into your waterlogged pants (eugh, everything you're wearing is soaked) to rummage around for a weapon you keep around for these situations. The HANDMADE GUN. You don't care about saving PISTOL AMMO since you have way better weapons at this point.
You load in five pistol rounds into the magazine before you slot it into your gun. Sable watches on curiously, seeing where exactly you're going with this. The two of you head over to the mangled, bloodied corpse of DREARY NIGHT MURDERER who is currently floating face up. Well, you assume he's face up.
His pulverized skull is barely connected to his neck by loose connective tissue. Whatever was left of the section of his spine connecting his head and neck is GONE now. If it wasn't for his clothes it would be completely impossible to tell who this man was.
You raise this pistol at his mostly uninjured torso (only having a rifle round entry wound visible) before emptying your magazine into it. Your allies immediately panic and move into position for another fight but once they realized you were just double tapping a corpse, they immediately calm down.
>-5 PISTOL ROUNDS! 1 LEFT!
Wisps of grey and black smoke slowly trickle out of the five new holes you punched into the anomaly. There's no other visible reaction to what you did given that, well, his head is like a crushed watermelon and you just dumped five bullets into him.
[CAPTAIN'S COMMAND] His conceptual grasp to this reality has been fully destabilized.
"IN OTHER WORDS, HE'S FUCKING DEAD." Sable hisses out. "LET'S DO SOMETHING ELSE."
[CAPTAIN'S COMMAND] That is a gross oversimplification, you whelp.
"I'M THE ONE IN REALITY, YOU'RE STUCK IN HER HEAD, FUCK YOU-"
You throw a punch towards the gaseous spirit leaking out of your arm. Given the fact she's, well, reddish-pink vapor and mist? Your punch simply phases through her. "Shut." But it's enough to interrupt and shut her up. Alright, good, time to deal with your other allies.
Sable is grumbling and muttering to herself after you interrupted her but given she's tethered to your arm, she can't really leave to skulk. "FEH."
"Hey, go bother the others. They should know about your existence." You gesture towards Quentin, Audie, Casey, and Wendy. You'll get her to bother Clover later once you're not in the middle of a conversation with him. Sable overdramatically rolls her eyes before she drifts about twelve or so feet away from you.
Coolio. Time to check on Clover, Naomi, and Kiara.
Clover is the first one to notice you and, god, he looks tired. His soggy, limp poncho and soaked scarf have clearly seen better days.
