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Varshanka
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...Red Arrow slapped leather, hauling a Colt 1911 out of its holster and firing to wound Green Arrow...
...Starfire's eyes blazed green and she launched double-fisted starbolts for Raven...
She’d be fucked later, but she did what she needed to do. What she had to do.
She teleported away from those starbolts, and in the way of a magical bullet that kept changing direction more than Kennedy’s Personal Death Bullet. Something was doing something to the Titans, and she hoped that this foolish foolish maneuver did the trick. Probably not. But she could only hope.
The timing was off. The bullet changing direction to much. She was hoping for an arm or a leg.
Instead she got a lung.
<Fuck me> she thought as pain bloomed like a burning flower. <Father just might get his early release>
Coughing she spit blood on to the ground as she landed, badly. Smearing her hand with bloody froth she rose to her feet, and slapped the already pissed off Hell Beast known as THE RIDER. “Give me Justice…” she weeped, sagging to her knees as the pain began to blur her vision.