The round slaps into the back of one figure's arm; into the upper arm, out the other side, into the hand on the other side. With a shriek of pain, he drops the sack he was carrying and falls to his knees as you scream and rush out into the street.

"Cagna pazza! Run, run!"

They run. Another figure stops to grab the reeling, cringing man you shot and drags him to his feet as they break into a dash, leaving bloody speckles on the cobbles behind them as you roar out after them.

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They're running. Give me a number between one, and infinity, that represents the number of 10 second rounds Taalia is willing to spend pursuing these petty thieves with (her) lethal intent.