Laughter starts from behind him, and a red and white fox mask floats into his peripheral vision, bobbing alone in the air, then Sparkle appears behind it in a curl of smoke, her eyes glowing through it for a moment before she pushes it up off of her face. "Congratulations, sharpshooter! Your aim is good! Are you ready for your prize?"

The corpse on the ground stays a little longer, still lying in a spreading pool of blood. Its grin is still just as wide as the one laughing next to him.