[ There are a lot of them. A massing cloud of movement and flailing limbs.
Good.
Ephemera breathes. He's been doing this for long enough that his hands are steady when he lines up the flamethrower. The first one rears back with a screech and changes course as planned. The second follows, perhaps out of instinct or some inclination toward following the herd. The fire whooshes across its face but the animal doesn't seem to notice.
Not so good.
The one after that doesn't slow down at all.
Ephemera holds his ground and gets his rifle up. He's survived being hit by worse. And starts firing.
The animal keeps coming. Takes a shot to the face and screams. Rears back and clips him in the shoulder, slams him right into the nearest wall. He sees stars.
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Good.
Ephemera breathes. He's been doing this for long enough that his hands are steady when he lines up the flamethrower. The first one rears back with a screech and changes course as planned. The second follows, perhaps out of instinct or some inclination toward following the herd. The fire whooshes across its face but the animal doesn't seem to notice.
Not so good.
The one after that doesn't slow down at all.
Ephemera holds his ground and gets his rifle up. He's survived being hit by worse. And starts firing.
The animal keeps coming. Takes a shot to the face and screams. Rears back and clips him in the shoulder, slams him right into the nearest wall. He sees stars.
Laughs. Gets back up.
Yeah. Just like back in the day. ]