[Fucking ow. The ambush shot reflects, catching Magpie in the arm; he screeches at the top of his voice, which cracks.] Piece of shit!

[The tangled heap of braids and talons picking itself up from the floor is a Rangda. Magpie hisses a summary.]

Well, it repels bullets, for a fucking start! Also, uh, no physical attacks. No fire or curse, they'll be no good. Electricity, though, and bless, it's weak to those.

[He picks himself up. Can he not just kill the fucking thing? Already, though, he's running those resistances in his head.]