They seem to have an issue with hard-focusing on a single target, he thought idly as he ducks down, searching for, and finding a rifle from one of the fallen, taking it into hand.
A feel - primitive, but not too different from guns he has handle, and he takes aim.
A loud crack fills the air, one of the marksmen yelps, collapsing to the ground, clutching his leg. "Last chance." Harlock calls out coldly as he rises to his feet taking aim again. "Do you wish to die for a job that has no pride in it? Look around, you cannot win here."
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Date: 2024-07-17 02:29 am (UTC)A feel - primitive, but not too different from guns he has handle, and he takes aim.
A loud crack fills the air, one of the marksmen yelps, collapsing to the ground, clutching his leg. "Last chance." Harlock calls out coldly as he rises to his feet taking aim again. "Do you wish to die for a job that has no pride in it? Look around, you cannot win here."