(Cutting down thirty scum-of-the-earth raiders in a go is one thing.
Putting one through the brainpan of some unlucky schmuck who was in the wrong place at the wrong time Christ-knows-how-long ago? Who's been hobbling around in this science experiment of a body for years, maybe decades on end?
It's another.)
He draws his pistol out of his chest rig, gripping it just like he was taught so long ago - strong hand high on the grip, weak hand wrapped around it under the trigger guard, thumbs pointing down the slide.
"Just stand still."
(It's the goddamn light, more than anything - there's only one or two windows on the back wall, just barely enough to let him make out the three white dots on his irons. He's no expert on moth anatomy - not that that would matter with this kind of chimera - so he has to guess where the brain is, but if it's where it looks like-)
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Date: 2015-05-27 04:26 am (UTC)"Well - okay."
(Cutting down thirty scum-of-the-earth raiders in a go is one thing.
Putting one through the brainpan of some unlucky schmuck who was in the wrong place at the wrong time Christ-knows-how-long ago? Who's been hobbling around in this science experiment of a body for years, maybe decades on end?
It's another.)
He draws his pistol out of his chest rig, gripping it just like he was taught so long ago - strong hand high on the grip, weak hand wrapped around it under the trigger guard, thumbs pointing down the slide.
"Just stand still."
(It's the goddamn light, more than anything - there's only one or two windows on the back wall, just barely enough to let him make out the three white dots on his irons. He's no expert on moth anatomy - not that that would matter with this kind of chimera - so he has to guess where the brain is, but if it's where it looks like-)
BANG.