[Faster. Great. He was still blinking away bits of sand from the last wall they'd leapt through. He has to swap hands for the next shot. His nails may grow back fast, but it's no 6-shooter.]
Yeah, got it.
[He pulls himself up a little higher on the kid's shoulder and aims with the hand he's been holding himself up with. It's a little harder to aim, but he sends the bullets out and they hit the wall in rapid succession as it begins to crumble away like the others.]
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Yeah, got it.
[He pulls himself up a little higher on the kid's shoulder and aims with the hand he's been holding himself up with. It's a little harder to aim, but he sends the bullets out and they hit the wall in rapid succession as it begins to crumble away like the others.]
Seriously, how many rooms does this thing have?