[ He doesn't have to say it twice. She's rolled into a dodge almost as soon as he'd loosed it (there'd been no danger of actually being hit, though, she's confident on that point), and she comes up in a crouch with her slingshot already out and aimed. And not to mention a grin in place. A split second is all she needs to let fly the pellet — the harmlessly explosive kind, meant for distraction. It should land about half a foot from his heel, exploding with gaudy lights and not much else. ]
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