>>5269751>>5269759>>5269760>>5269781>>5269810>>5269823>Take just a second to determine what it is. You’d prefer to avoid shooting any bombs–or human hostages–if you can.You hesitate. You’d rather not run the risk of lighting up any AUF ARSENE he’s got in his clutches; you can’t imagine they’d react well upon finding a corpse ridden with your bullets, even given the immortality spell. The wolf capitalizes on that moment of hesitation as he rips his claws forward and into your lantern light. You note that his barbed greatsword is nowhere in sight.
“Shit–..” Ava curses, swinging back and pointing her blades up.
He holds a long barrel RIFLE in his hands–one of the AUF ARSENE’s, it seems–his claws so large that he hefts it up as one might a pistol. He pulls the trigger once and light bursts from the barrel’s end and illuminates the corridor. The boom of the bullet in such a tight space is deafening, the projectile tearing forward and into your dhampir guide. She stumbles forward and into the arms of your berserker, already held up with the doll.
“They use silver rounds.” Morne speaks, his voice a cold, smooth snarl. He slinks near the far end of the hall, the rifle now pointing at you. He clutches something in the other hand, hidden behind his back, but you can’t make out what that is either–hopefully not another gun. “More useful than I thought.”
>Fire off at him now.>Demand to know what he intends. He can kill you all as much as he likes, he’ll have no true revenge down here.>Ask Emilia if she can charge him while you tend to Ava.>Write-In. 