Zed hisses in pain as that rifle clips him in the side. He's had worse, but it makes him back off to reconsider his game plan. "Well, sure, but I didn't know if you wanted to go and make a show out of it or anything." He shifts his grip on the scythe and tries for another, more aggressive strike with it. If the scythe doesn't get him results soon, he's going with the tried and true sword.
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