[ What kind of incentive is that?! It makes her sound like a four year old who needs convincing! (A four year old with a gun.) After regarding her with a disbelieving glance, Koharu stares back ahead. ]
I'd prefer to just get out of here alive...!
[ That's all the convincing she needs here, really.
After that, Root gets to work in silence; Koharu is serious about keeping watch, but it's mostly dark and the visibility isn't great, so she isn't about to distract either of them here. One minute passes, then two, three, then...
In that time, a bigger pack of the core hounds have caught scent of their fallen brethren while seeking more targets of their unusual hostility. One of them, oblivious to what sits beyond the broken window, sniffs over the lifeless bodies—and when Koharu spots the shifting and hears the beastly grunts, she feels her stomach twisting as her hopes dash into wishful thinking. But there's no time to mull on it, nor the time to say anything; she did warn Root that any gunshots would be her warning.
Against all past advice given to her and better judgement, Koharu tenses as she pulls on the trigger. The gunshot echoes loudly in the silence, but the first bullet grazes over its head, alerting the hound. Another second, Koharu exhales sharply, shifts her hands, and fires again.
This time? Bullseye. Or as bullseye as 'actually hitting the target' gets. ]
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[ What kind of incentive is that?! It makes her sound like a four year old who needs convincing! (A four year old with a gun.) After regarding her with a disbelieving glance, Koharu stares back ahead. ]
I'd prefer to just get out of here alive...!
[ That's all the convincing she needs here, really.
After that, Root gets to work in silence; Koharu is serious about keeping watch, but it's mostly dark and the visibility isn't great, so she isn't about to distract either of them here. One minute passes, then two, three, then...
In that time, a bigger pack of the core hounds have caught scent of their fallen brethren while seeking more targets of their unusual hostility. One of them, oblivious to what sits beyond the broken window, sniffs over the lifeless bodies—and when Koharu spots the shifting and hears the beastly grunts, she feels her stomach twisting as her hopes dash into wishful thinking. But there's no time to mull on it, nor the time to say anything; she did warn Root that any gunshots would be her warning.
Against all past advice given to her and better judgement, Koharu tenses as she pulls on the trigger. The gunshot echoes loudly in the silence, but the first bullet grazes over its head, alerting the hound. Another second, Koharu exhales sharply, shifts her hands, and fires again.
This time? Bullseye. Or as bullseye as 'actually hitting the target' gets. ]