don't we all

[ one of the monsters comes around the corner and in complete silence, nightingale casts a spell, a flick of his wrist and the forma in his mind and a firewall hurdles toward the monster at high speed. it dies an agonising but near-immediate death and nightingale turns to taako again. it's all the answer he's willing to provide to the initial question of what else he's got.

lips pressing briefly together with a hint of displeasure, he comments: ] I'd prefer it if you could abstain from nicknames. [ pumpkin, really? ]