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Volka can handle the shooters… probably. She seems to be having fun deflecting their darts, at least. A few shots slip by her shield and slam into the chassis around you, however, which startles you at first…
… but also gives you an idea!
Plucking what you can from the mess of bent and broken darts around you, you manage to scrounge up about <span class="mu-b">FIVE BEDCAP DARTS!</span> You can probably fix a few of them in a bit, but for now, well…
You’ve got some HUNTING to do!
Loading a recycled dart into your Slinger, you zero-in on the closest Skog to your getaway vehicle. Not that it’s difficult, of course–berserk Skogs might be stronger than a Mother Fruum and twice as vicious, but stealth isn’t really their specialty!
The glowing eyes make for a good landmark–drawing a bead between those, you methodically trace downwards to where the neck meets the head, making sure to adjust a bit in case your quarry has an unkempt mane, of course.
The tip of the throat–the Skog sweet spot. You’d learned it long ago wrestling Volka for the last piece of Solemnday Salt Candy–tough as they are, even Skogs have some soft spots… and while <span class="mu-i">that</span> fiasco culminated with you frantically apologizing to a sobbing Volka for hours, this one might just end on a good note!
Your claw tugs against the trigger–not too hard, of course, just enough to ready the shot–and with a firm exhale you poke your head out the side of the cruiser and let the dart fly!
You don’t even wait to see if it hits its mark before loading another dart–the Spice Cartel shooters catch on to your game almost immediately, so much so that one of their cruisers slips between you and your Skog target before opening fire once more! The plan’s abandoned long before it matures, however–still berserk, your quarry body slams his allies out of the way before renewing the chase!
Another dart sails past the flurry directed at you, and while your first shot got no confirmation, the second one does! A pained bellow rings out from behind you as the Skog visibly staggers… but it’s just like you said before: Skogs don’t go down that easily, especially when they’re raging!
Another dart whizzes past your eye as you lean out to take another shot. Then another! And ANOTHER! Ducking back inside, you feel a few more darts puncture the back of your seat and sigh–what is this thing <span class="mu-i">made</span> of?
You’ll find out later. As the cruiser skids around a corner, you spot your Skog as they lope after you panting profusely. With the other cruisers still around the bend, you take a gamble and take a shot!
Time slows to a crawl–for the Skog at least–as your dart finds its mark: three bullseyes, you think as the tusked titan’s gait becomes sluggish, not bad!
>CONTD.
