Chapter 8 - 8 (1/2)

Round after round jumped from the barrel, crossed the short distance between me and the enraged monster. The destination was the massive erect ”limb.” The first shot hit him high to the right, shy of an inch. The next round traveled down his barrel, shredding it as it cut through it. The next round was high left and afterward... I managed to drop the rest of the magazine into the shredded limb tree that was his groin.

He didn't roar but fell over backward silent as his nether region had been turned into a heap of ribbons by half a magazine of 9mm. His face was contorted in a silent scream, one that no longer registered my existence. I dropped the magazine and loaded another one, which turned out to be my second to last one. The empty magazine dropped into my lap, almost as warm as the beast's blood that was now splattered across the c.o.c.kpit.

I didn't know what my expression was as I racked the slide back. All I knew was that if I was going to die, it would be in a pile of green bodies, un-r.a.p.ed. It didn't occur to me that others could have been out there as well, but at this moment, it was me and him. The sick and twisted green monster that had enough force to do what he will. On the ground because of my last equalizer, the XM17. Its barrel still smoking from the last barrage I had unleashed upon the nightmare.

Despite the pain, the hob heard the loud click of the slide and turned to me. Its face pale and its one good eye wide. And for the first time during the short fight, it reflected fear as I unleashed another barrage. The bullets tore through its nose, eye, and forehead.

Bang-Bang-Bang-Bang-Bang-Bang-Bang---

Even after his head fell limp, only jerking slightly with when a bullet made its home inside it, I didn't stop. Not even when the slide locked back, and the chamber smoked.

A harsh silence fell, only disturbed by a faint click.

Click.

Click.

Click...

« Simon † Erhn »

P ∇ V

The pungent scent of death hung on the wind, accompanied by something that smelled like spent mana and sewer waste. Hundreds of dead goblins littered the ridge. Only a fraction of that scampered off to the east, the wrath of the Gods in their hearts.