welsh
Junkmaster
"Rama, First floor of the building. Clear it."
I yelled out. Then to the others, "Flares will work."
The house shook with the pounding of .50 Cal shells flying through the ground floor. I looked at the creature that had attacked.
Dirty, hairy, humanoid, about 4 feet tall, like a man but less evolved. Toes and fingers like claws, very strong. Ugly. Lots of teeth. I looked it over as I reloaded the single barrel with a star shell.
The firing stopped nearly as fast as it began. Good fire control. "Clear!" Called out Rama.
"Check fire folks," I said pistol in one hand and single barrel, "Shoot what you can see, don't want to plug any friendlies."
Eric tossed down a flare down the stairs, and away we went.
I yelled out. Then to the others, "Flares will work."
The house shook with the pounding of .50 Cal shells flying through the ground floor. I looked at the creature that had attacked.
Dirty, hairy, humanoid, about 4 feet tall, like a man but less evolved. Toes and fingers like claws, very strong. Ugly. Lots of teeth. I looked it over as I reloaded the single barrel with a star shell.
The firing stopped nearly as fast as it began. Good fire control. "Clear!" Called out Rama.
"Check fire folks," I said pistol in one hand and single barrel, "Shoot what you can see, don't want to plug any friendlies."
Eric tossed down a flare down the stairs, and away we went.