Peter takes one shot at it, in pure instinct. It tears right through, of course, and shatters the mirror above the fireplace. He hisses, and plasters himself back against the wall for a moment, then takes a rolling dive for cover by the wardrobe, hoping that the smooth movement will take him out of the radius of the darkness.
"Came here to follow your little friend, did you?"
He asks, gun lifting, hoping against hope for a response. He won't shoot yet, but getting a sound from him will help track him, if the room remains dark.
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"Came here to follow your little friend, did you?"
He asks, gun lifting, hoping against hope for a response. He won't shoot yet, but getting a sound from him will help track him, if the room remains dark.