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His target in sight, Thalgan took a deep breath. The mercenaries outside were holding their ground, and were anticipating a firefight in the moments to come. However, they just needed to make sure their target was dealt with. The aftermath would be handled later. In the meantime, they tried their best to look inconspicuous, browsing the locale with faked intrigue.

Thalgan, however, was ready to carry out the deed. He had John's head in his sights, and exhaled slowly. He pulled the trigger, sending a highly destructive beam hurling through the air at light speed, faster than the eye could conceive. Time seemed to slow down for him, seemed to make him able to perceive his attack; seeming to see the beam race slowly towards his target's head.

In that moment, he felt satisfied. It was a job well done, he thought, as the beam melted its way through the window of the pub across the courtyard and into the establishment proper.

Unless John was some sort of god, his life was decidedly over.