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Rezalith’s a tough one–fast too–but you remember all too well what these Snipers were packing during your last dance! Another dart slamming into the floor next to your boot is all the proof you need to confirm what you already know: they’re dipped in <span class="mu-r">BEDCAP.</span> One prick from those will paralyze you for hours… and two or three will take down even the toughest Skog!
You’re not sure how many they’ll need for Rezzie, but you don’t plan on giving them a chance! Whipping your head around to your scale-clad sibling, the words come out of your mouth almost on instinct!
Volka! <span class="mu-b">SIBLING STRIKE TWENTY-THREE!</span>
The Skog’s eyes light up as if a spell was just broken! “RIGHT!”
Muscle memory kicks in as you curl into a ball while Obber watches in naked confusion! Before can ask or anyone can get shot, Volka lumbers over and scoops you into her empty hand before skidding around the corner and into the center of the fray!
Darts shower the ground around you both as Volka’s powerful legs pound across the paved road! Reaching terminal velocity just as a cackling Rezalith strafes another rooftop with Hellfire, you press your Slinger close to your chest and inhale as your sister brings her arm back like a catapult…
She skids to a halt. Always does. Your breath leaves your mouth just as you feel your body leave Volka’s arm, and with the grace of a Glaivehead carving through a Winter current you sail through the air and scan for targets!
The Snipers on the roof you’re headed towards are too busy trying to tag Volka to notice you–silly mistake for a pack of cold-blooded mobsters, but they won’t live to regret it. It’s a good thing you coiled your Slinger before your flight–while Volka pirouettes and weaves through the Slinger storm you aim your weapon at your first quarry…
‘<span class="mu-i">SLLLUNK!</span>’
The dart sails from your Slinger like a leaf on the wind–you filed the trigger down yourself, after all. Though you didn’t have time to coat your darts, it doesn’t matter much–your shot strikes true and…
Hm. Not quite. You weren’t wrong earlier–Rezalith’s flames definitely wreaked havoc on a few magical shields. Unfortunately for you your target wasn’t one of them! Nevertheless, your shot wasn’t totally meaningless–a burst of magical resonance tickles your jaws as you load another dart… and by the time you’ve spun your Slinger for another shot, you can hear your target struggling to contain their heavy breathing as they pick themselves back onto their feet!
‘<span class="mu-i">SLUUUNK!</span>’
They try to dodge, of course–even with the moss padding on your weapon it still makes a considerable bit of noise when firing–but you don’t go hunting without expecting the game to bolt. Your dart hits its mark a few strides away from where the Sniper began, and your reward is a pitiful yelp followed by one of your would-be assassins tumbling onto their face!
>CONTD.
