RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
[member="Vinskk Revamp"] [member="stardust"] [member="Doctor Azure"]
From atop the raging Rancor Vassara held on for life, muscles in her legs bulging as she vice clamped the things neck. The room was filling with acrid smoke, and it thrust its way into her nostrils. Her legs were tired, stiff and sore. She feel the heat of the blaster bolts and her orange blade as they collided. she could see the Blazing chains Dark Jedi close in and a new adventurer join the fray.
The trigger held a little resistance as she squeezed, and then th shotgun bucked like a wild bantha shocked by a cattle prod. Vassara felt the shockwave of the slug exploding into skull at point blank, felt the warm gooey ichor spatter her face and spray the bulkheads. But the creature was not yet finished. It flailed and clawed, trying to bend its little arms behind it and pluck her off.
"Whoa!" She cried out surprised. Her tosrso twisted madly this way and that and she hefted the shotgun, using one hand and its own weight to pump another shell into the breech.
CLICK
The shotgun realigned with the now budding hole in the creatures skull and she bared her teeth, using the force to steady herself atop the beast.
"Deal with the forcies! I got this!"
BOOM
The shell exploded again with the smell of brunt powder and sizzling steak. The bits of bone left blasted through the creatures face and the face itself exploded as the heavy metal slug ruptured out of the rancors head. Now the hallway was quickly becoming a macabre painting, skilfully crafted in strokes of crimson and grey matter.
"Look out!"
Now with its face blasted off and half its brains upon the bulkheads the Rancor began to crash face first into the deck.
"Whoo! Timber!"
But she was already moving. As the beast careened down she angled the saber in a natural guard, diagonal from shoulder to hip and jumped, landing just left of the nearest Dark Jedi in a crouch. Let the games begin!
From atop the raging Rancor Vassara held on for life, muscles in her legs bulging as she vice clamped the things neck. The room was filling with acrid smoke, and it thrust its way into her nostrils. Her legs were tired, stiff and sore. She feel the heat of the blaster bolts and her orange blade as they collided. she could see the Blazing chains Dark Jedi close in and a new adventurer join the fray.
The trigger held a little resistance as she squeezed, and then th shotgun bucked like a wild bantha shocked by a cattle prod. Vassara felt the shockwave of the slug exploding into skull at point blank, felt the warm gooey ichor spatter her face and spray the bulkheads. But the creature was not yet finished. It flailed and clawed, trying to bend its little arms behind it and pluck her off.
"Whoa!" She cried out surprised. Her tosrso twisted madly this way and that and she hefted the shotgun, using one hand and its own weight to pump another shell into the breech.
CLICK
The shotgun realigned with the now budding hole in the creatures skull and she bared her teeth, using the force to steady herself atop the beast.
"Deal with the forcies! I got this!"
BOOM
The shell exploded again with the smell of brunt powder and sizzling steak. The bits of bone left blasted through the creatures face and the face itself exploded as the heavy metal slug ruptured out of the rancors head. Now the hallway was quickly becoming a macabre painting, skilfully crafted in strokes of crimson and grey matter.
"Look out!"
Now with its face blasted off and half its brains upon the bulkheads the Rancor began to crash face first into the deck.
"Whoo! Timber!"
But she was already moving. As the beast careened down she angled the saber in a natural guard, diagonal from shoulder to hip and jumped, landing just left of the nearest Dark Jedi in a crouch. Let the games begin!
