[Right, yes, that thing is not backing off, and Sonja's not so magnanimous that she's willing to give too much ground to them however much they look like a child - she'd almost think them a Jack, but Jack-of-Smiles rarely manages to be this threatening. She aims carefully and fires, but as the gun has a barrel of somewhat less than two inches long, all the skill in marksmanship in the world or under it won't prevent the shot from going wild, and the bullet scores a mark in the bark of a nearby tree. Sonja swears under her breath, something about thunder and damnation.]
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