>>5394037As you unholster the Directed Swarm Pistol, a part of you ponders the tactical advantage of the "bikini exoskeleton" outerwear look
>>5393412 that Princess Hercules has adopted - is it some kind of Knife Sister gang bravado thing? Why the uncradled bosom and exposed flesh? It makes for such an inviting target...
The handgun emits a truncated electronic hiss - it almost makes you think it has misfired - and then a heartbeat later, a compacted thump, the rushing recoil of expanding pneumatic slams as the stacked flechettes fire seriatim, like the suprisingly loud sounds of suppressor gunshots fired again and again through a plush pillow pushed into a muffled throat (you wince a little, as 2-Domino seems to recall that visual memory with relish).
Princess Hercules is not quite dead, yet. The self-steered flechette cloud seems to move almost comically slowly, like an enraged beehive - you can see her eyes widen, with a disbelieving sense of inevitability, as she screams: I HATE...
And then the swarm cloud collides with her. The effect is almost immediate - it looks like a series of jagged porcupine metal spikes have pushed through the meat of her body, and nailed her and her exoskeleton to the floor. You are not sure as to the terminal ballistics of this, how this effect has been achieved. The flechettes continue to drill and swarm a little, gradually dying down.
Through the ruined burble of her ragged lips, Princess Hercules weakly lisps her dying revenge, as her ragged and separated arm depresses a trigger on her exoskeleton:
...men...I... hate...
