[It all happens too fast for Balin to react—he's thrown to the ground by Utsuho's newfound rage, several feet away from her. He was too busy processing the fact that Utsuho's blood is black—and scalding, from the sensation of what bits splattered on to him in the midst of getting thrown off.]
—Fffffuckin'!—
[The shotgun fell out of his hands in the midst of all that, but it's still strapped to that sling, so it isn't far from his reach. He's already trying to scramble to his feet while picking it up with one hand, as adrenaline starts coursing into his body.]
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—Fffffuckin'!—
[The shotgun fell out of his hands in the midst of all that, but it's still strapped to that sling, so it isn't far from his reach. He's already trying to scramble to his feet while picking it up with one hand, as adrenaline starts coursing into his body.]