Oswald shifted awkwardly, for a second he seemed to be unable to comprehend what had just occured, but that feeling faded quickly as his mind processed and analysed everything: bullet to the head, the girl dead, misunderstanding that might lead to trouble treading on eventual failure.
Wiping the blood and traces of the brain off his face, he stood quite confident and proud, a bit too much considering what had just occured, then shook his head in disapproval.
âYou are early, woman, you ruined the whole surprise,â oddly he then let out an impatient gesture, pointing at the corpse in order for Eriu to see that the lady sheâd shot had, in fact, her own face. ââ-and my test dummy.â
 Eriu McLaggen didn't care. Eriu McLaggen, with hardly any expression at all, lifted her gun and aimed between his eyes before he even finished the sentence. "I'm very sorry. Perhaps you should have called me after you've had enough practice? Especially knowing, that I can't help running in your direction whenever you appear." Head tilted to the side in appretiaction of the nasty red pattern on his face. "Now there's a dead me on the ground, pizza is eaten, and it's awkward."
Her shoulders flexed as she stepped over his dummy, reducing the gap between them. "I've got to admit though, I've been wanting to shoot something for hours now. I'm almost feeling better."
