[ The way he cuts himself off alerts her more than his sudden movement, but it's much too fast for Dorothy to respond. He moves to shield her from something, but then the scene before them ripples into somewhere else entirely, dark and quiet.
He's there and he moves with all the grace and detachment of a professional killer and the man he targeted is killed-- likely before he even realized what was happening.
And then it's gone, just as Blanca lowers the sniper rifle, and Dorothy wobbles where she stands, caught off-guard by the sense of vertigo and a memory that hadn't been hers. ]
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He's there and he moves with all the grace and detachment of a professional killer and the man he targeted is killed-- likely before he even realized what was happening.
And then it's gone, just as Blanca lowers the sniper rifle, and Dorothy wobbles where she stands, caught off-guard by the sense of vertigo and a memory that hadn't been hers. ]