Vul curses in irritation as the little man with the audacity to shoot him dodges his return fire. "Damned mortal. He won't escape this battle." he vows under his breath.

He glances at Qaeviir's efforts with the reavers and gives the slightest nod of approval. Finally he makes himself useful.

Finally, Vul looks to the rapidly-shrinking horde of men with hellguns. Not particularly dangerous to him, but it never hurts to be sure. Shrugging, he flicks his weapon to semi-automatic and holds the trigger.

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Half Action: Semi-Auto Burst: (1d100)[94] vs. 70