Like Donnie isn't already having a difficult time seeing anything! But Link clearly knows what he's doing, and so the turtlekin can only watch as he vanishes from sight. Somewhere in the foggy dimness is a muffled curse, but then another shot is taken, still close enough for Donnie to remain where he is behind cover, even if he can tell the shot had gone wide.
The Imperial squints futilely at the growing fog in front of him, his gun lifted, nerves on edge. Where did they go, where-
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Date: 2024-11-12 05:36 pm (UTC)The Imperial squints futilely at the growing fog in front of him, his gun lifted, nerves on edge. Where did they go, where-