>>5210847>>5210843>>5210799>>5210797>Crack a shot off now.You pull the bolt back and loose your second shot. It snaps at the air like a dragon and tears forward through the air, lancing the wolf’s upper back along his left shoulder. It gnaws at the black fabric for just a moment before piercing through. You pull the bolt back again–another three shots before reload..
Morne, caught by surprise, throws his head back in a wince of pain; just the briefest moment of distraction from his iron guard, but Emilia takes it. “There!” The berserker shoves the dhampir aside and hefts your blade over her shoulder, bringing it down all at once and gashing the wolf across the chest. It cuts across the length of his upper shoulder and down to a hip and spatters the two with the beast's blood.
The wolf jolts backward and stumbles, a hand against his chest.. but much to your dismay, does not fall from the wound. He punches his chest several times, as if to kickstart himself, and turns his gaze back toward the direction of the shot–back toward you. As if a mere annoyance, he raises his clenched fist, crosses in hand, and flings one toward you with a snap of his wrist. It hurtles with near bullet-like speed as a pointed end flies toward your chest.
The doll moves to front to protect you, her hands out.
>Allow her to take the blow.>Take it yourself.>Attempt to move both yourself and her out of its direction.>Write-In. 