[He doesn't anticipate that. The target jumps, Kralie lurches forward in alarm, only to immediately have his balanced disrupted when the building starts to tremble and shake. He grits his teeth. He nearly drops his sidearm.
Not real. Not real, it - it can't be real, what could possibly compromise the structural integrity of this so quickly, but his body shakes and he drops onto his hands and knees to maintain some level of balance, and his breath squeezes tautly in his chest before he grinds out the words, low and trembling and only subtly defiant, far too laced with uncertainty and fear:]
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Not real. Not real, it - it can't be real, what could possibly compromise the structural integrity of this so quickly, but his body shakes and he drops onto his hands and knees to maintain some level of balance, and his breath squeezes tautly in his chest before he grinds out the words, low and trembling and only subtly defiant, far too laced with uncertainty and fear:]
This isn't real. This isn't real.