[ Luckily, the shot goes wide, but it still grazes Rachel's shoulder, just deep enough for her to feel it. She lets out a low snarl, shaking out her massive shoulder, and she jerks her head back at Marco, staring at him with her little grizzly eyes. ]
<Hey, cut it out, will you? I'm trying to save your sorry ass here. Or did you want to become vorcha mincemeat?>
[ Seriously, Marco, now is not the time. The vorcha aren't very clever, but they're quick. ]
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<Hey, cut it out, will you? I'm trying to save your sorry ass here. Or did you want to become vorcha mincemeat?>
[ Seriously, Marco, now is not the time. The vorcha aren't very clever, but they're quick. ]