First up is you and Tucker–his calm, composed expression barely giving you anything to work with as you step up to bat first! Checking to see that both revolvers are loaded, you nod for Art to throw–and politely remind him that you’ll go <span class="mu-r">SICKO MODE</span> on him if he botches a toss!
“Yea, yea, just worry about your aim, doofus…” Art mutters as Tucker watches from behind you.
“Good luck, boss!”
You won’t need it! Aiming your dual revolvers, you lick your lips in anticipation as Art hocks the first bottle into the air!
Trailing it as it arcs through the sky, you have no trouble blasting it into a shower of dark glass! By the time the remains hit the ground, you’ve already moved onto the next one! Then the next! Hitting them like some kind of bottle-shooting machine, you watch with menacing glee as the color slowly drains from your opponent’s faces–the <span class="mu-i">living</span> ones, at least!
“<span class="mu-i">Shiiiit</span>...” Tucker mouths as you let one bottle nearly hit the ground before bullseyeing it! With one bottle left, Art really puts his arm into the throw! Sending it skyward, you’re just about to finish with a bang when a menacing ‘<span class="mu-i">SKREEEEEE</span>’ approaches from above!
“STAN!” Ly exclaims as you scan the air for the sound’s origin, “It’s <span class="mu-i">him!</span>”
Before you can ask who, the answer presents itself in the form of a familiar leathery-winged mammalian menace–one you thought you taught a lesson back at <span class="mu-g">THE LODGE!</span>
Yes… you know him all too well.
<span class="mu-r">THE BAT!</span>
https://youtu.be/DLJJRJY1Tcs“Oh crap! It’s <span class="mu-r">A BAT!</span>” Eddie shouts!
We meet again, you hiss as you aim your weapon at the cave-dwelling gate-crasher, for the last time!
As <span class="mu-r">THE BAT</span> dives at you with bared fangs, you meet him halfway with a bullet–one that sends your flapping foe careening into the night with a defeated screech!
Though the bullet didn’t penetrate your nocturnal nemesis, it <span class="mu-i">DID</span> pierce something else! As <span class="mu-r">THE BAT’S</span> limp form tumbles beyond the fort walls, the bottle that just happened to be behind the beast bursts into a cloud of glass that earns a round of cheers from the skeletons around you!
“Holy <span class="mu-i">CRAP!</span>” Tucker sputters as you blow the smoke off the gun’s barrels, “That’s… <span class="mu-i">damn</span>...”
“Th-that was a perfect score!” Art adds as he retrieves ten more bottles from the crate with his shaking hands.
Mhm, you cheerfully reply as you lay the weapons back on the table, no pressure~
Propping himself up with a deep breath, Tucker takes his place at the table while you take over his spot. Watching him prepare, you feel a bony hand lightly pat your shoulder.
“Not a bad start, kid.” Mutters Pops as he struggles to avert his gaze. “Not bad at all…”
“<span class="mu-r">HA! Softie!</span>” Snorts Nats!
>CONTD. 