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Yes…you think you can end that blighted heathen. He was near the end before he changed and as a raven he’s lilting wildly. You close an eye and level your gun, ignoring Mack’s screams, <span class="mu-s">its</span> thunderous hooves, Quinton’s battle cry. Focusing on that one speckle in the night…<span class="mu-i">crack</span>. The bullet races out, but the raven flags downward just as it pings into the branch a few inches above him. Miss! <span class="mu-i">”Shit!”</span> You lower your gun as it flies out of range, away somewhere down the mountains.
A shriek pulls your attention downslope, just in time to see <span class="mu-s">it</span> encircle each of Mack’s arms and legs with one of the grotesque limbs dripping from <span class="mu-s">its</span> chest. He runs the palette of human expression from whine to whimper, squeal to screech as he’s lifted up, up, all the way up to <span class="mu-s">its</span> face. A fifth limb comes forth, encircling his waist. Mack and the world return to silence for one, eternal moment. Then <span class="mu-s">it</span> pulls. Ripping each of his limbs off in rapid succession, and pulling his grotesque trunk with head still attached into <span class="mu-s">its</span> waiting cavern.
Your mouth floods with hours old liquor, but there’s no time to let it out. The wails of the corpses impaled on <span class="mu-s">its</span> hideous tails synchronize again, and as one they’re puppeted upwards and set down on the ground. Still attached, they shuffle feebly to <span class="mu-s">its</span> defense. Quinton, head down and ignoring Mack’s death agonies, reaches <span class="mu-s">its</span> legs axe in hand. Raising it up past his shoulders, he lets loose a double handed chop to the back of <span class="mu-s">its</span> leg just above the hoof. You take in the situation, and rush to action.
You could <span class="mu-s">Join Quinton up close</span>. You do not need to necessarily use your knife, but taking some focus off of him might lead to both of your surviving for longer.
You could <span class="mu-s">Shoot from where you are</span>. The slope provides you a height advantage, and gives you a decent lay of the field. Quinton is doing what he was brought to do, it’s no concern of yours.
You could <span class="mu-s">Try and drive it off with your cross</span>. Though this would require you to be right up to it, in front of its face, you could attempt to force it to flee from the two of you. You wont kill it, but it may buy you another few days.
You could <span class="mu-s">Write in your own suggestion</span>.
>Join Quinton up close
>Shoot from where you are
>Try and drive it off with your Cross
>Write in
