melnik: (through those busted window panes)
Col. Miller — Мельник ([personal profile] melnik) wrote in [community profile] expiationlogs 2024-04-27 05:47 am (UTC)

Nice work!

[ Whichever snakes didn't perish in the gunfire are made quick work of by the slab of rock Toph pulls from the ground. The manner in which they perish should probably not go unnoticed, however. They only release more miasma into the already clouded air. But Miller is now focused wholly on the woman they were intending to save, even though it also means ignoring a slight but still palpable feeling of muscle weakness that has begun to creep over him. It manifests as beads of sweat clouding his gas mask as he casts his gun to the side in favor of a trench knife pulled from its sheath.

So much for the makeshift plan—but given the size of its attempted meal, the creature is not likely to be able to make any fast moves. He follows his first instinct to get low and go straight for stabbing the snake in its head. Should this prove to be an issue, he's confident his companion is already making moves of her own. ]


As long as this thing is dead, we can cut her loose!

[ He just hopes she's still alive in there. ]

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