Ellie plants the stock of her hunting rifle against her shoulder and leans into it, and the three bullets rip into it, barely slow it down. She swears as the stalker starts to rip itself apart from the rest of the Rat King, backing up and backing up, fumbling more bullets into the chamber by touch, following the movement more than the sight of it.
Her vision's fucked from the mask and the flamethrower and the bombs, but her focus narrows down on it, singular as she races after it.
"I've got eyes!" Ellie shouts as she takes aim, fires. The gun cracks loudly, and the bullet takes the stalker in the shoulder, nearly spinning it all the way around, but it doesn't fall. Instead it darts behind a cluster of cars, and Ellie swears again, wide-eyed.
She knows better than to split from the group, but she watches the shadows, guarding.
Meanwhile, the Rat King itself has had more than enough of this shit.
It charges first at Ellis, faster than anything its size should ever be able to go, a swinging backhand thick as a tree trunk, and a deafening roar to go with it.
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Her vision's fucked from the mask and the flamethrower and the bombs, but her focus narrows down on it, singular as she races after it.
"I've got eyes!" Ellie shouts as she takes aim, fires. The gun cracks loudly, and the bullet takes the stalker in the shoulder, nearly spinning it all the way around, but it doesn't fall. Instead it darts behind a cluster of cars, and Ellie swears again, wide-eyed.
She knows better than to split from the group, but she watches the shadows, guarding.
Meanwhile, the Rat King itself has had more than enough of this shit.
It charges first at Ellis, faster than anything its size should ever be able to go, a swinging backhand thick as a tree trunk, and a deafening roar to go with it.