Fire again Fitcher does, a bolt all but springing into her hand to be loaded into the crossbow.
"My, aren't you useful." It's so much easier to strike the beast somewhere tender - the inside of a jointed limb the causes the creature to jerk and recoil - when all its sharp shapes, a shifting mass of feather and tar black sinew, are cut out from the dark about it.
And then she's off, abandoning him and his brilliant beam of light. The strange mottle of her bottle blue coat, hideous in daylight, breaks her figure into a confusion of patches quickly lost to the dark. Have fun with that giant, snarling shadow of a beast descending now through the church yard toward you, Ellis.
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"My, aren't you useful." It's so much easier to strike the beast somewhere tender - the inside of a jointed limb the causes the creature to jerk and recoil - when all its sharp shapes, a shifting mass of feather and tar black sinew, are cut out from the dark about it.
And then she's off, abandoning him and his brilliant beam of light. The strange mottle of her bottle blue coat, hideous in daylight, breaks her figure into a confusion of patches quickly lost to the dark. Have fun with that giant, snarling shadow of a beast descending now through the church yard toward you, Ellis.