[Y i k e s. Shuji isn't entirely sure if a bullet in his head would have instantly killed him (thanks, spirit physiology, you're a pal) but he doesn't want to find out.
He pulls his book out and turns it to its scythe form in one second flat: now's not the time to worry about how weird a weapon it is or how he'll explain it to Chris. He steps toward the darkness, reasoning that it makes sense for a close range weapon to be in front of the gun guy, even if he doesn't know who... or what... he's expecting.]
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He pulls his book out and turns it to its scythe form in one second flat: now's not the time to worry about how weird a weapon it is or how he'll explain it to Chris. He steps toward the darkness, reasoning that it makes sense for a close range weapon to be in front of the gun guy, even if he doesn't know who... or what... he's expecting.]