As his finger pulls around the trigger, he'll remember the Protector's words as clear as day. The bolt will strike true. And it does.
Seven is in the middle of rising up on their legs, bringing themselves up to some level of stability again. They're preparing for... well, what does it matter what they're preparing for? Luka's bolt whistles through the air, promising pain and injury.
And it delivers.
Seven's voice booms, a horrible echoing rumble that shakes the air as they scream in pain. It's a gutteral roar of a sound that shakes the windows of the nearby buildings, and it's all they can do as they're sent spiraling backwards by the force of the impact. Goop splatters in every direction as they tumble back into a slump on the ground, a horrible hissing anywhere it lands in puddles near the edge of the road.
They're shuddering in pain, writhing as the bolt stays lodged in their body. Their monstrous voice shudders with the effort of taking breaths.
That bolt nearly killed them.
Somewhere down a nearby street, there's a commotion coming closer. People panicking and clearing the street. Why would they be clearing over there? Seven is over here.
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As his finger pulls around the trigger, he'll remember the Protector's words as clear as day. The bolt will strike true. And it does.
Seven is in the middle of rising up on their legs, bringing themselves up to some level of stability again. They're preparing for... well, what does it matter what they're preparing for? Luka's bolt whistles through the air, promising pain and injury.
And it delivers.
Seven's voice booms, a horrible echoing rumble that shakes the air as they scream in pain. It's a gutteral roar of a sound that shakes the windows of the nearby buildings, and it's all they can do as they're sent spiraling backwards by the force of the impact. Goop splatters in every direction as they tumble back into a slump on the ground, a horrible hissing anywhere it lands in puddles near the edge of the road.
They're shuddering in pain, writhing as the bolt stays lodged in their body. Their monstrous voice shudders with the effort of taking breaths.
That bolt nearly killed them.
Somewhere down a nearby street, there's a commotion coming closer. People panicking and clearing the street. Why would they be clearing over there? Seven is over here.