"They tremble with the anticipation of taking you down," he replied coolly. He slowly drummed his claws against the head of the hose. He watched the arms draw back.
"Last chance, Alastor. I'm not running. I dare say I'm curious about your aim. What'll you hit with that, hhhhhorse-"
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"Last chance, Alastor. I'm not running. I dare say I'm curious about your aim. What'll you hit with that, hhhhhorse-"
Oh. Oh no.