[10-15] The Docks

[Gin Yatreg]

"Well, someone's having fun," Gin thought, unable to hide a grin. He quickly reloaded and aimed for another of the airborne creatures, pulled the handle, and fired. The spear flew true and struck a creature near its wing joint, which knocked it straight out of the sky. As he reloaded another shot, one of the remaining Flyers swooped down straight at him. Suddenly a blast of red energy struck the the creatures back, which sent it off course straight into the boathouse wall. Gin peered out over the horde, and spotted a group of new arrivals on the other side. One of which was a scruffy man who currently had his sight down the barrel of a rifle. Gin gave the man a thumbs up before he returned his attention back to the deadly monsters before him. Once he was done with the reload, he spotted another Flyer about to start a new attack run. Another quick spear to the gut made short work of it as its limp body fell into the crowds below. 

"Oh no, speaking of the crowd," Gin thought. He looked down and saw the land ghouls swarm around the many cargo containers nearby. "Time to switch guns," He said as he switched the spear rifle out for the flare bazooka. Gin checked the chamber and held the makeshift weapon out in front of him. The ghouls had generously bunched up in packs, which meant he no longer had to aim. The "pin" fell free and struck the rocket, which set the mechanism into motion. The shot zoomed out of the barrel and lodged itself in the head of a ghoul. After a few seconds, the ghoul was encased in an extremely bright light as the flares exploded. Ghouls within an eight foot radius were either blown off their feet or caught on fire from the small shock wave. 

"Nice!" Remilia shouted as he batted away another Flyer.

"Huh..." Gin muttered as he looked down at his remaining ammo for the bazooka.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

Gin turned around and looked Remilia straight in the eyes, "I don't think these things were flares."