There's a faint crackling in the air, followed by what seems like a localized thunderstrike. The blast hits in Sergei's direction.
"Yeah... I'm thinking you with the guns should just stop right there." Victor smirks, energy still surging around him.
"Or else you'll have to deal with my friend." He nods to the hat-wearing girl at his side.
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