[Hey, that's the first word of the fight. That fireball is going to fling Pixy carelessly aside (along with that table he WAS using as cover), making him land on the leg with the bullet wound.
He winces, and while dazed for a moment, he quickly gets himself to snap out of it. Dammit, NOW his attention is on those tanks laying around. You're going to pay for that move, Bond.
He'll dive behind a different cabinet then, reaching up and grabbing ahold of a scalpel that was still sitting out- taking it by the blade, of course. Why should he care right now? He's almost numb to that pain when he's too busy trying to kill that bastard behind the desk.
Looking at the scalpel and darting his eyes across the room, he'll toss the scalpel to the other side and immediately take aim with his gun. He's hoping to lure you out with that little clatter, Bond.]
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[Hey, that's the first word of the fight. That fireball is going to fling Pixy carelessly aside (along with that table he WAS using as cover), making him land on the leg with the bullet wound.
He winces, and while dazed for a moment, he quickly gets himself to snap out of it. Dammit, NOW his attention is on those tanks laying around. You're going to pay for that move, Bond.
He'll dive behind a different cabinet then, reaching up and grabbing ahold of a scalpel that was still sitting out- taking it by the blade, of course. Why should he care right now? He's almost numb to that pain when he's too busy trying to kill that bastard behind the desk.
Looking at the scalpel and darting his eyes across the room, he'll toss the scalpel to the other side and immediately take aim with his gun. He's hoping to lure you out with that little clatter, Bond.]