His quarry has had enough time to possibly create a trap, or do something to fight back. Of course, she could have kept running, but she's also clever enough, like the thing with the sweater. He should be more careful.
Of course, this thought comes entirely too late because he hears something swoosh next to his head--only by turning at the last second does it not actually knock him out--a rock that size most certainly would have, but it's enough to knock him down and over and give him a nasty gash on the side of his temple.
Ow.
"The hell...!?"
It's all stars and blurriness for a second, maybe giving Misty a couple precious seconds to decide what to do next.
Because the second he gets his bearings, he flicks off the safety of his P90 machine gun and starts spraying the direction that it came from with bullets. The Hunt would have wanted him to use his sidearm for more sport, but the soldier in him kicks in to eliminate the threat as swiftly and effectively as possible.
cw: blood, gun violence
His quarry has had enough time to possibly create a trap, or do something to fight back. Of course, she could have kept running, but she's also clever enough, like the thing with the sweater. He should be more careful.
Of course, this thought comes entirely too late because he hears something swoosh next to his head--only by turning at the last second does it not actually knock him out--a rock that size most certainly would have, but it's enough to knock him down and over and give him a nasty gash on the side of his temple.
Ow.
"The hell...!?"
It's all stars and blurriness for a second, maybe giving Misty a couple precious seconds to decide what to do next.
Because the second he gets his bearings, he flicks off the safety of his P90 machine gun and starts spraying the direction that it came from with bullets. The Hunt would have wanted him to use his sidearm for more sport, but the soldier in him kicks in to eliminate the threat as swiftly and effectively as possible.