(Django's back on his feet, his eyes scanning the encroaching mist as it makes everything even more difficult for him to see.
He swaps a piece of his gun back to what it was before, holding the gun in one hand and drawing a sword with the other. He can't see Remilia at all, but he's turning about, trying to find her.)
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He swaps a piece of his gun back to what it was before, holding the gun in one hand and drawing a sword with the other. He can't see Remilia at all, but he's turning about, trying to find her.)