07-20-2018, 08:24 PM
Shantotto watched as her partner was cast into the lake, indication of the destructive might possessed by the hockey-masked freak. Was that the end of her partner? No! Pennywise the Dancing Clown was not one to be done in such a way? To no surprise the clown arose from the waters of Camp Crystal Lake, bearing the guise of some strange water creature.
The midget mage held back a hearty laugh only to be interrupted as the distinct sounds of a pistol rippled from behind. A crack rang out,a drumming thunder through the silent fog that hang over the lake’s still waters. Shantotto hunched over, gasping as a bullet raked through her midsection.
Fiery pain dimmed her senses, it felt like being prodded with a red-hot poker, or maybe struck by lightning. Both metaphors felt inadequate. Pulling her hand away, she looked down to find a small hole torn in her clothing. Shantotto stared, her eyes wide, sanguine blood already seeping from it.
“Oh yeah! Thats Hyperion accuracy for ya!”
Her target taunted her, a pistol leveled at her. Adrenaline pumping, Shantotto conjured a shield using her staff-like mage’s weapon. The sound of a second gunshot rang out, followed by the reverberation of a bullet hitting her conjured defense. The shield rippled as the bullet pinged against it, shattering the shield in a vibrant display of raw magical energy.
Shantotto used this opportunity to run for cover, putting as much distance between herself and the gunman as possible. The trees and cabins surrounding the camp’s lake made for perfect little hidey-holes, and combined with her petite size, the mage hoped it would be enough to turn the tide against Jack.
She ducked behind a gnarled tree, branches above twisted with age and covering her in shadow. Breathing deeply, she looked down at the blood staining the robes over her stomach. The dark fabric was sticky, clinging to the wound. If she couldn't get the bleeding under control...
A sigh left the tarutaru’s mouth. A mistake.
TWAP-TWAP-TWAP!
The sounds of bullets striking trees filled the area, bark flying off in splintered chunks. Grimacing, the mousy-looking mage curled in on herself, trying to make herself an even smaller target.
“Where ya goin kiddo?” Jack called out. Shantotto heard the sound of him discarding a magazine and slapping another in with practised precision.
Shantotto tried to focus on casting a spell, but this was all so new to the mage. Gunfire was never this fast-- duelists always had pistols! But this one in particular was proving to be far more formidable than anything her opponents thus far had thrown her way.
Dashing from one tree to the next, the mage quickly was lost among tall trunks and vines. Her attacker was no longer wasting ammunition... now the very forest was her foe. It teemed with darkness, the broad leaves overhead blocked any light from the moon might have provided for her. Breathing in short puffs, Shantotto grasped the edge of her robes and pulled.
Riiiip.
The tarutaru clenched her teeth; the sound of her robes once again being desecrated was as painful as the bullet. She took the strip and wrapped it, hoping it would slow her bleeding-out. She worked carefully, quiet as a mouse.
Suddenly, the little mage’s ears perked up. Footsteps!
Shantotto pressed herself even further into the tree trunk she’d been sheltered against, breath ratcheting up as she saw the half-shadowed form of Handsome Jack prowling across the forest floor, a few feet away, close enough to touch with her staff.
“Ya know, back on Pandora, we got these things called elemental weapons,” Handsome Jack said, nonchalant as he tossed a small grenade up and down in his hand. “We got fire, electric, slag... I feel like I’m forgetting one...”
Shantotto peeked out from behind her tree, hoping to get a good look at him. The grenade,little more than a toy in his hand. Up it went, flipping carelessly into the air, and then down it came, landing with a sharp smack in the man’s palm.
She was nearly crawling out of her skin when Jack suddenly clapped a hand to his forehead, grinning madly and giving a faux-sheepish shrug. “Oh yeah, I remember now! Explosive.”
The device he had been so casually tossing dropped to the ground, crunching across leaves and grass before it rolled to a stop but a few feet from the woman. A small beep was all she heard as blinding white flashed across her vision.
There was a ringing in the mage’s ears as her vision swam back into focus. She could see Handsome Jack walking towards her, but she… she couldn't get up,looking down she now knew why.
Her arm, reduced to a stump, shattered bone, and dangling flesh by the blast. Letting out an exasperated yell, Shantotto focused her energy on sending the Hunter of Vault Hunters on a one way ticket to hell.
“All done buttercu...” Jack’s voice trailed off as three monstrous lightning bolts descended from the heavens, exploding and reducing the ground to little more than a smoldering crater.
The midget mage held back a hearty laugh only to be interrupted as the distinct sounds of a pistol rippled from behind. A crack rang out,a drumming thunder through the silent fog that hang over the lake’s still waters. Shantotto hunched over, gasping as a bullet raked through her midsection.
Fiery pain dimmed her senses, it felt like being prodded with a red-hot poker, or maybe struck by lightning. Both metaphors felt inadequate. Pulling her hand away, she looked down to find a small hole torn in her clothing. Shantotto stared, her eyes wide, sanguine blood already seeping from it.
“Oh yeah! Thats Hyperion accuracy for ya!”
Her target taunted her, a pistol leveled at her. Adrenaline pumping, Shantotto conjured a shield using her staff-like mage’s weapon. The sound of a second gunshot rang out, followed by the reverberation of a bullet hitting her conjured defense. The shield rippled as the bullet pinged against it, shattering the shield in a vibrant display of raw magical energy.
Shantotto used this opportunity to run for cover, putting as much distance between herself and the gunman as possible. The trees and cabins surrounding the camp’s lake made for perfect little hidey-holes, and combined with her petite size, the mage hoped it would be enough to turn the tide against Jack.
She ducked behind a gnarled tree, branches above twisted with age and covering her in shadow. Breathing deeply, she looked down at the blood staining the robes over her stomach. The dark fabric was sticky, clinging to the wound. If she couldn't get the bleeding under control...
A sigh left the tarutaru’s mouth. A mistake.
TWAP-TWAP-TWAP!
The sounds of bullets striking trees filled the area, bark flying off in splintered chunks. Grimacing, the mousy-looking mage curled in on herself, trying to make herself an even smaller target.
“Where ya goin kiddo?” Jack called out. Shantotto heard the sound of him discarding a magazine and slapping another in with practised precision.
Shantotto tried to focus on casting a spell, but this was all so new to the mage. Gunfire was never this fast-- duelists always had pistols! But this one in particular was proving to be far more formidable than anything her opponents thus far had thrown her way.
Dashing from one tree to the next, the mage quickly was lost among tall trunks and vines. Her attacker was no longer wasting ammunition... now the very forest was her foe. It teemed with darkness, the broad leaves overhead blocked any light from the moon might have provided for her. Breathing in short puffs, Shantotto grasped the edge of her robes and pulled.
Riiiip.
The tarutaru clenched her teeth; the sound of her robes once again being desecrated was as painful as the bullet. She took the strip and wrapped it, hoping it would slow her bleeding-out. She worked carefully, quiet as a mouse.
Suddenly, the little mage’s ears perked up. Footsteps!
Shantotto pressed herself even further into the tree trunk she’d been sheltered against, breath ratcheting up as she saw the half-shadowed form of Handsome Jack prowling across the forest floor, a few feet away, close enough to touch with her staff.
“Ya know, back on Pandora, we got these things called elemental weapons,” Handsome Jack said, nonchalant as he tossed a small grenade up and down in his hand. “We got fire, electric, slag... I feel like I’m forgetting one...”
Shantotto peeked out from behind her tree, hoping to get a good look at him. The grenade,little more than a toy in his hand. Up it went, flipping carelessly into the air, and then down it came, landing with a sharp smack in the man’s palm.
She was nearly crawling out of her skin when Jack suddenly clapped a hand to his forehead, grinning madly and giving a faux-sheepish shrug. “Oh yeah, I remember now! Explosive.”
The device he had been so casually tossing dropped to the ground, crunching across leaves and grass before it rolled to a stop but a few feet from the woman. A small beep was all she heard as blinding white flashed across her vision.
There was a ringing in the mage’s ears as her vision swam back into focus. She could see Handsome Jack walking towards her, but she… she couldn't get up,looking down she now knew why.
Her arm, reduced to a stump, shattered bone, and dangling flesh by the blast. Letting out an exasperated yell, Shantotto focused her energy on sending the Hunter of Vault Hunters on a one way ticket to hell.
“All done buttercu...” Jack’s voice trailed off as three monstrous lightning bolts descended from the heavens, exploding and reducing the ground to little more than a smoldering crater.
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