The distraction afforded Miss Militia time to prepare and fire a mortar straight into Hookwolf’s chest.
Excellent.
As he collapsed backward, his chest cavity gaping open, her gun shimmered, split and transformed into a pair of assault rifles. She unloaded clip after clip into the enemy ranks; rubber bullets, most likely.
I’m rubber, you’re glue
You say ouch as I’m shot into you
The innate issues of the nonlethal ammunition were almost negligible in Miss Militia’s case. She could reform the gun in a second if a gun jammed.
Pretty handy!
Shadow Stalker watched a crowd of Hookwolf’s Chosen move to flank, moving along the sidewalk, where the crashed truck blocked the view of the PRT forces.
Sneaky little chosenses.
Shadow Stalker raised her crossbow, hesitated. She could jump down, take them down in close quarters combat. It had been her entire reason for going out, after having to deal with the irritation of Vista. She craved that catharsis.
I guess that confirms that the reason she’s doing this is to take out aggression. Not that that was very difficult to figure out, exactly.
She holstered her crossbow, prepared to dive into their midst, and then paused as she saw the Chosen stagger back, lashing out with their hands.
Hm? Did someone else show up?
This… kind of sounds like how someone might react to being attacked by insects that are too far away for the observer (Sophia) to see. Is Taylor around?
One shouted something, which was odd given how they had been trying to be stealthy only a moment ago.
Hm, yeah, something’s definitely up and I think that something might carry the name Skitter.
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