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As Kian began his rhythm of execution from the shadows of the ceiling, the combatants below were thrown into total confusion. They assumed the crack of the sniper rifle was just the sound of their enemies using higher-grade firearms.
The Underhive dregs drew their own "weapons." Some were nothing more than iron pipes packed with black powder and rusted metal shards, ignited by a torch held to a touch-hole—primitive fire-sticks that could only be fired once. The better-equipped gangers carried makeshift stub-pistols, which required the user to manually cycle the bolt for every single shot.
Amidst the cacophony of popping fire-sticks and the rhythmic clack-thud of stub-guns, the thunderous report of Kian's precision rifle was surprisingly well-camouflaged.
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