[He adjusts as Ford dodges, shifting his weight so he can land on all fours on the ground instead, then whirls and snarls again. He moves forward, spear raised, but freezes in place when he sees the gun.]
[He knows guns. He hasn't seen one in a long time, but he knows guns.]
[But Frisk has his back. They're kind of amazing, even if they don't want to kill anyone for some reason. He pounces as soon as Frisk's attack lands. That looked like a good knock to the head; Ford will be disoriented. Rick thrusts his spear toward Ford's middle.]
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[He knows guns. He hasn't seen one in a long time, but he knows guns.]
[But Frisk has his back. They're kind of amazing, even if they don't want to kill anyone for some reason. He pounces as soon as Frisk's attack lands. That looked like a good knock to the head; Ford will be disoriented. Rick thrusts his spear toward Ford's middle.]