[ Exclaimed as the donkey stampedes past its first target and towards it second: Felix.
Instinctively, Felix's hand goes to his right thigh, reaching for a sidearm that he doesn't have. When his hand hits nothing but fabric, he lets out another stream of curses and throws himself to the side, narrowly rolling out of the donkey's way. ]
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[ Exclaimed as the donkey stampedes past its first target and towards it second: Felix.
Instinctively, Felix's hand goes to his right thigh, reaching for a sidearm that he doesn't have. When his hand hits nothing but fabric, he lets out another stream of curses and throws himself to the side, narrowly rolling out of the donkey's way. ]