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Caspin grinned from his little perch at the sight of the laser pulsing through the dragoon. He clutched at his own wound a moment to remind him why he had to teach this little lesson, if the bastard had kept to fists he would have fought him fair. Would have won or lost, and probably would have respected his boundaries afterwords. But he had tried to kill him, so he had to know that Caspin was just as capable of ending him. He could do it right now, one more well placed laser and it was all over...but he still needed him. So he leapt back down to the streets, landing softly like there had been no distance at all, and crept back toward the inn. He would like to see Fie about that whole patching up thing if he could.