[Dropping to her knees, Sibyll pulls out her snakeskin .45 and aims. Three shots fly wild, until one perfectly aimed shot tears off a chunk of hair. Even at her worst, Sibyll is an amazing shot. Then she tilts over, collapsing on her side. She still stares at Bakura.]
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's easier...pretend...friends... Lessssuspicious...
[Dropping to her knees, Sibyll pulls out her snakeskin .45 and aims. Three shots fly wild, until one perfectly aimed shot tears off a chunk of hair. Even at her worst, Sibyll is an amazing shot. Then she tilts over, collapsing on her side. She still stares at Bakura.]