[He seems to suspect nothing. He has to suspect nothing. There's no measuring how far his influence would spread, but the target seems oblivious. Kralie checks his scope against the apparently unaware target one last time, and then lines up the shot. A single round straight to the head should do it. That polishes off most mutants easily enough, hot plasma burning through bone and terminating all conscious and unconscious thought. Quick, clean, and precise. He may be ruthless, but he's not cruel. He doesn't draw out anyone's suffering needlessly. He's not a good person, but he's a required person. There's a difference.
He counts the space between heartbeats.]
Long live the Queen, asshole.
[He fires.
It should score a direct hit.
It should...it should.
The man standing there is the target. He has to be. Right? Isn't he?
no subject
He counts the space between heartbeats.]
Long live the Queen, asshole.
[He fires.
It should score a direct hit.
It should...it should.
The man standing there is the target. He has to be. Right? Isn't he?
Right?]