[Killua sputters and coughs, water getting into his nose and lungs. It takes a second for him to regain his composure, throat and voice hoarse from the assault.]
L--lucky shot! [He shoves Heine's hands off of him, stumbling back and away from the desk.]
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L--lucky shot! [He shoves Heine's hands off of him, stumbling back and away from the desk.]