>>6323469"Right, enough of this nonsense." There's two clicks from your employer beside you.
>SHOOT THE BITCH IN THE LEGS.There's a tremendous crack and a meaty *splorch* as the kneecaps of the thing are blown off in a blast of buckshot. The abomination screeches, more animal than man or 'mon, as it topples to the floor off-balance and flails about.
"FIRE SPIN, WALL UP, NOW!" Mr. Foster orders as he reloads.
Mr. Roster mumbles, then tilts his head upwards and throws it forwards, spitting up dancing ribbons of flames that set the entire corridor ablaze. The fires spin upwards into raging vortices of flame that catch the creature dead on and drive it back! The horrific smell of cooking human flesh is nowhere as <span class="mu-s">tantalizing</span> as the incoherent screams of agony coming from the monstrosity. It staggers backwards and slams itself against the wall, slapping at the flames with its oversized hands.
"C'mon you muppets! Don't just stand there! Keep doing what I'm doing!" Mr. Foster shouts as he reloads a double barreled hunting shotgun that he certainly didn't have a few minutes before. "The bigger the bastard, the bigger the reward! LET'S MAKE SOME DOSH!"
>DAN: Raise your bat and prepare to swing as hard as you can possibly can.Mr. Foster's words galvanize you into action but Dan swears as you are both forced back by the unbearable filling the hallway. <span class="mu-b">The wall of flames is the only thing that's keeping the thing at bay right now, but it's also preventing the two of you from helping in melee any further.</span>
>FIND THE BIGGEST ROCK YOU CAN, GARCIAN!!! TO THROW LATER!!!Shit, fuck—
What the fuck do you mean—
Rock, rock, rock, where's—
You frantically look around for anything heavier than a piece of trash in the desolate hallway and spot the Pokéballs that rolled out of the freak's mouth next to a trashcan. They might be out of arm's reach of the monster, <span class="mu-r">but they're almost in the middle of the literal crossfire!</span> You'll have to go through the fires and flames to get to them...
The Beefwood thing snarls furiously as it puts out the final flames consuming on its body and <span class="mu-b">stares directly at Mr. Roster.</span> Mr. Foster answers by immediately blasting another heavy load right into its center of mass. There's a spray of viscera and black blood from its mangled torso <span class="mu-r">but the flesh is already knitting itself together again,</span> <span class="mu-g">albeit at a slower pace than before.</span>
The abomination crouches down again and takes in a deep breath...
Mr. Roster does the same...
"Dammit! Cover us!" Mr. Foster shouts as he frantically pushes in another two shells into his gun...
