[Stan's breath is ragged from the exertion of the punch and the unpleasant emotional reaction. He glances down at the weight around his hands, eyes widening in surprise at the conjured weapons. They vanish in a puff of dust.
He scowls in response to Bill's bloody cackling, turning sharply on his heel and storming out of the room. He's not worth dealing with right now, not even for some kind of revenge-fueled, well-deserved beatdown.]
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He scowls in response to Bill's bloody cackling, turning sharply on his heel and storming out of the room. He's not worth dealing with right now, not even for some kind of revenge-fueled, well-deserved beatdown.]