207 A Wild Ride (2/2)

”Well what the fuck are we going to do, eh?”

”Yeah. That. Well, just hang on to Tyr and he will keep you safe ok?”

:Keep close little buddy, but keep circling around if any of them follow you and keep leading them back my way,: Laz advised Tyr.

:OK.:

While Sarah was trying to figure out what Laz was talking about, Laz suddenly pushed up on Tyr's head, throwing himself into the air slightly. Using Tyr's neck as a springboard, he ended up catapulting himself up and backwards, doing a backflip over Tyr's back and landing between the fleeing spider and the chasing coyotes. Before they could register what happened, Laz raised his gun and took aim.

BANG.

The first shot hit the lead coyote in the head, causing its head to blow up as it's body fell and skid along the ground.

BANG

This shot hit the next coyote in the flank as tried to pass Laz and continue the chase after Tyr. It's body launched sideways from the force of the impact as it's internal organs shattered.

These two shots scared the rest of the pack that was following in the back, causing them to either slid to a stop or change direction away from Laz.

'Stronger than a stage one but not too strong... so maybe a low level, stage two?' Laz thought to himself after seeing the amount of damage the shots had caused.

The other coyotes in the pack were startled, but they hadn't given up either. Four of them quickly circled Laz while the fifth one tried to go around to attack Tyr and Sarah who had stopped not to far from them. Although Tyr was faster than the coyotes, it really wasn't by much. And most of that was due to them being in a wooded area with uneven terrain. This gave Tyr a huge advantage. Had they been on open, flat ground, Tyr wouldn't have been able to outrun this cow sized, mini wolves.

Laz took aim at the one that was trying to get around him and the pack and fired.

BANG

The shot hit the coyote square in the flank and sent it flying, a mess of blood and bone exploded out from it's side as it went air born for a few seconds before hitting the ground and rolling, never to get up again.

The four that had surrounded Laz started growling and backing away, seeing that this prey of theirs wasn't as easy as they had assumed. Although they had gotten bigger, their intelligence hadn't kept up with their size. It took the death of three of their companions before they saw Laz as a threat. Laz wanted to eliminate all of them to bring an end to eventual danger, but seeing the pack start to back up, Laz was worried that they would get away since he could at most kill one more with the same ease that he had the first three.

After thinking for a moment, Laz could only accept the fact that he could kill four of them at most before they bolted. He could then only pray that they would leave this hunting ground and look for another.

Taking a deep breath, Laz took aim with Last Rites, preparing to fire the final shot. Seeing this the coyotes were obviously panicked and looked like they were about to flee at any moment. Sighting out the largest one from the remaining pack, Laz pulled the trigger.

But nothing happened.

'WHAT?' Laz screamed in his head and tried pulling the trigger again.

Still nothing.

'FUCK.'

Laz released the clip, only to find that it didn't eject. He tried his best to pull it loose but found that it was lodged in there.

The gun had jammed.

Seeing the weapon that was raining death on them not do anything, the coyotes got a bit of their courage back and started approaching Laz with slow, measured steps.

Laz could only helplessly stash the gun back in his pouch and pull out the old, slightly rusted civil war sword and hold it before him.

This was not how he had planned to spend his day.