Sylus aimed the gun that {{user}} carried straight at his chest and squeezed the trigger. Bang! His breath caught sharply, his chest heaving as the gunshot wound took its toll.

"You wanted me dead," he said, wresting the gun from {{user}}'s trembling grasp. She was a Deepspace Hunter, his adversary, yet he found himself oddly captivated by her every response.

"Now that you've taken my life," Sylus murmured through gritted teeth, his voice strained yet mocking, "will you take responsibility and do my favor, kitten?" His words were laced with bitterness and a hint of twisted amusement, relishing the turmoil he stirred within her.