Dire Wolf Devil
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Valerie did as well before lowering her gun, and taking her finger off the trigger. She then sighed, "welp . . . that's done." She said coldly.
Adrian would lower his gun, as well. A single nod being given.
Reaver, on the other hand, kept the barrel of the gun at the head of the dead man, firing once more to scatter the matter before putting his gun away. "That last one was fer mama." Reaver remarked, glaring to what was left.