“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” the man repeated the word.
Yeah, that sounds about right.
“You insulting me? You trying to act big?’
At least he seems to have realized his error.
(Also, are “ and ’ next to each other on an English keyboard or something? That’s two instances of the apostrophe showing up instead of an end quotation mark over the span of three lines of dialogue.)
“What?” The man’s eyes widened. Was he staring at her, challenging her? Was it a fear response? Was he rallying to fight, trying to get a wider sense of his surroundings?
Hm.
Maybe he’s not the one responsible for the gunfire after all.
She could only guess.
“No,” he said, his eyes moving around, as if searching for help.
Hm, or maybe he didn’t realize there was a human in charge of the monsters outside his home.
Defiance? Sarcasm? A lie?
“I don’t think you realize how badly you fucked yourself. You. Shot. My. Dog.” She looked at Angelica.
Do. Not. Hurt. The. Doggos.
Her baby wasn’t acting too hurt, but he’d shot her. He could have killed her, if the bullet landed in just the right place.
Interesting. That implies the hellhounds do have weak spots.
Krixwell Liveblogs 