Callidon takes the hit with barely a wince, focusing down the rifle. The pain was locked away in a distant part of his mind. He'd pay attention to it once he had time. Until then, he focused on lining up the shot. He squeezed the trigger once, the shot slamming into the leg of one of the enemies, the Lasbolt burning deep. Callidon sighed unhappily. He hadn't dropped either of the ones he'd managed to hit.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Hit, 7 damage, Right Leg.