IC: When a huge green outlaw bellows into your face, you freeze instinctively. Just like what Garit was doing. Standing completely still in fear or shock. Eventually being knocked out of his daze, Garit took a moment to wonder what exactly he could do to "Prove himself". Wondering if shooting both outlaws in the feet or something would help, he considered the idea of actually wrestling with this fellow. No matter how many ways he could tip the odds, Mafisto would be impossible for a slig like Garit to even knock to his knees. Muttering a quick "Sorry" he whipper out his gun, shot at both outlaws, aiming for non-lethal parts, and ran as fast as possible in the other direction.
OOC: I can always change the way things have happened if this isn't to Chronicler and Mr. Odd's liking.
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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