[Well, that sure fucking escalated quickly. Either the guy's just real goddamn trigger happy, or he's got a problem with fire. Fortunately, he doesn't seem smart enough to do much besides blatantly telegraph his intent, bullrushing the guy with a gasoline canister.
The Mirror sidesteps neatly, swinging the jug of gasoline up and over his head. If he ends up clocking the bastard with it, fine. If he ends up drenching him in a wash of bitter-smelling liquid - even better.]
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The Mirror sidesteps neatly, swinging the jug of gasoline up and over his head. If he ends up clocking the bastard with it, fine. If he ends up drenching him in a wash of bitter-smelling liquid - even better.]
You're a pretty simple fellow, aren't you?