[at the shoulder, a louder impact against filthy, coated bone. the creature feels nothing, only veered slightly off-course by the momentum of the tiny bullet. the noises are aggravating, pushing him forward.
he drops his body, as though somehow ducking under range and bullies through the volley, mouth dropping open and snapping out at closest limb or sleeve.]
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he drops his body, as though somehow ducking under range and bullies through the volley, mouth dropping open and snapping out at closest limb or sleeve.]