>>5211296>>5211314>>5211342>>5211249>>5211313>>5211334>>5211336>>5211452>The Wolf is much bigger. Take a good position and shoot him.>Wait just a little more for the fight to slow. You’re sure you can guarantee a solid hit with some time.>Tell Ava to stroke somewhere vital if you or Ava create an openingYou decide to hold back from the greatsword and maintain a more impersonal distance from the fight. You take a deep breath as you levy the rifle forward, the two in the midst of a clash of blades. You figure that if you just wait a little more for the fight to slow, you can guarantee a solid hit on the wolf.
“Ava! Can you make an opening?!” You shout past the flash of her black rapier against the wolf’s barbed sword. “You need to stroke somewhere vital!”
The dhampir does not respond as she cuts underneath another flurry of swings. Her rapiers move like her–a dance between barbs that flow along past each and every strike. As they engage in another trade, the wolf miscalculates just once–one swing too heavy, too far–and the dhampir snatches at the window. She darts up close to him and both rapiers lance toward the underside of his chin.
But Morne predicts it, and a paw flashes from under his cloak and strikes the side of Ava’s head. She stumbles, stabbing one rapier into the ground to steady herself as her floating rapier clatters against the ground, and the wolfman meets her unsteadiness in confidence. With a great heave back, he spears his greatsword forward and lances his sister through the gut.
Lady Ava hangs against the sword, her mouth agape as if in disbelief. “Morne..?”
The wolf pauses. This seems like your moment to shoot.
>Shoot Morne in the head.>Shoot Morne in the knee.>Let Ava handle it.>Write-In. 