"HOW DOES IT FEEL, WRETCH?!" Colin yells as the Gasfella flees. He's got no translation available, but tone is an effective conveyer of at least the intent of the statement.
But the thing is clever, and resilient. Colin hasn't imagined for a second that it's anywhere near defeated. The flaming, flying shovel is proof of that. Fortunately for Colin, tools make very poor thrown weapons, especially at long range. Unfortunately, it's still a rather good threat, and Colin has to dive to the side to avoid getting impaled by it.
Likewise, he knows better than to stay on the ground, immobile, with an enemy nearby. He's up and running to get a better shot when she throws the rock, and Colin has to dive out of the way again. This time, though, he's lined up another shot. A set of hands is a lot easier to hit than an eyeball.
"No," Colin says, squeezing off a shot from his second pistol, and then another, aimed at striking the climbing Gasfella's hands. "This is what it's like when escape is impossible, you short-sighted, murdering waste."
He's targeting another vital shot when Kitten's announcement reaches them. He doesn't look away from the Gasfella, but he immediately holsters his pistols and starts to back away. "WITHDRAW!" he orders. "250 meters, no less! Follow me, but make sure she doesn't clip you!"
He turns so he can start jogging away from the Gasfella, but he doesn't take his eyes off of her. She's still a threat, and there are still people close enough to get hurt.
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But the thing is clever, and resilient. Colin hasn't imagined for a second that it's anywhere near defeated. The flaming, flying shovel is proof of that. Fortunately for Colin, tools make very poor thrown weapons, especially at long range. Unfortunately, it's still a rather good threat, and Colin has to dive to the side to avoid getting impaled by it.
Likewise, he knows better than to stay on the ground, immobile, with an enemy nearby. He's up and running to get a better shot when she throws the rock, and Colin has to dive out of the way again. This time, though, he's lined up another shot. A set of hands is a lot easier to hit than an eyeball.
"No," Colin says, squeezing off a shot from his second pistol, and then another, aimed at striking the climbing Gasfella's hands. "This is what it's like when escape is impossible, you short-sighted, murdering waste."
He's targeting another vital shot when Kitten's announcement reaches them. He doesn't look away from the Gasfella, but he immediately holsters his pistols and starts to back away. "WITHDRAW!" he orders. "250 meters, no less! Follow me, but make sure she doesn't clip you!"
He turns so he can start jogging away from the Gasfella, but he doesn't take his eyes off of her. She's still a threat, and there are still people close enough to get hurt.