[Fitzberg realizes what's happening and spits at him, aiming for his face.]
Talking was my first instinct. Shooting was when it was clear I wasn't gonna get through to a demon loving freak.
[But the footsteps and shouting start heading their direction, familiar feet padding down the hall and rounding the corner. Shouts of Peter's name before hands start reaching.]
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Talking was my first instinct. Shooting was when it was clear I wasn't gonna get through to a demon loving freak.
[But the footsteps and shouting start heading their direction, familiar feet padding down the hall and rounding the corner. Shouts of Peter's name before hands start reaching.]