Green, solid forest green surrounded him, covered him, made him feel as though he himself was a part of the green that shadowed him. But that was not what he was here for, to feel like a part of the land or to passively gaze upon the Earth. No, he was here for a beast’s head, one that has been a particularly irritating one.The neighboring village’s cattle and wheat had been killed and stolen, all in that respective order. But, the most queer problem was that any attempt to stop the beast at the hands of the village peasants had ended in finding the men dazed and fearful, scared of anything that came near them. None hurt more than a few broken bones, but as fearful as a fox or wolf to a rabbit. All had described the monster as a long, lizard …show more content…
Breaking through the thick mass of tree, the monster had shown itself, just as the recollections had described. It stood taller than most of the homes in the village he had come from to search for the colossus, only being beaten out by the house of Elders. Wrangling the rest of its body through the thicket, the monster slowly shook itself of the shrubbery and vegetation that had latched on to its hide. Contempt with its apparent cleanliness, the beast ceased its shaking and lurched forward, resuming the earth tremors. Breaking from his gaze, the hunter steeled himself and slowly pulled back the bolt, sure as to not alert the behemoth with the pronounced clack of the rifle’s metal. Inching his hand to the strap atop of his heart, sliding the lengthy brass cartridge from the cloth and pushed it into the chamber of the rifle. Pushing forward the bolt, he brought it back down and leveled the steel at the back and front with one another. Pushing slightly down on the stock, he lined the post with where he could assume the beast’s heart was. Slowing his breathing, and subsequently his heart beat, the hunter slowed his jittering and held it frozen, keeping it still. Just a single squeeze and all Hell would break loose. Just a single, little, …show more content…
Falling back onto its wings, the beast lowered down to the ground, giving the huntsman the split second he needed to regain his focus. Ripping up and back the bolt and pulled another round from his breast strap. A new ruby red crown embellished the projectile of the cartridge, hinting at what it may do to the charging leviathan. Inserting it back into the chamber, the hunter pushed the bolt back in and heaved the heavy rifle back on to his shoulder and up at the beast and fired, no regard for where it landed. Slicing through the colossus’s purple underbelly, smoke fumed out of the entry wound as the creature roared in pain, throwing its head back in scorching agony. The huntsman, bolt in hand had to stop and watch as leviathan writhed in agony while its underbelly seared. The sheer trauma the beast was experiencing was probably the only reason as to why it wasn’t attempting in any way to maul the huntsman harassing it, only continuously thrashing about, attempting to cope with the blaze in its
his head, whereupon he turned and caught it with trembling fingers and set it back in
The sniper ejects his revolver to replenish his bullets. The task will be in someway strenuous, but unvarying. He knew that he on had one other qualifying weapon to make his foe extinct. The platinum, silver barreled revolver, with every piece shinning
The trigger gave, and the smooth underbelly of the butt jogged my palm. And so, with that crisp, whipcrack sound, it all began. I shook off my sweat and the clinging veil of light. I knew I’d shattered the balance of the day, the spacious calm of this beach on which I had been happy. But I fired four shots more into the inert body, on which they left no visible trace. And each successive shot was another loud, fateful rap on the door of my undoing (Camus 39)
Masters scrambled into action, letting his lasso fly around the startled animal’s neck. While the gelding kept the rope taut, he pushed and pulled the bawling calf up the damp bank.
The monster is abandoned by it creator and left to discover things for itself. The monster is
The firearm cartridge was designed with the intent of decreasing the time between the shots and accuracy of the shots taken by the shooter.
As the menacing dragon head came down to finish the job on the knight, the knight made one last move out of the way but it was too late. The smell of fresh blood filled the air immediately.
But no one was there… He took aim, and fired his gun into the ground, until he heard a mute click, and the floor was littered with shells.
He felt his breath catch, time seeming to stop before him as the item in question was surveyed upon. A ragged-looking, stuffed wolf plush. Having been in his daughter's possession since she was but a toddler, the toy had seen its better days. But that wasn't what caught his eye, but the liquid that coated the object. Ruby in color. The weapons in his hands groaned with the tightening of his grip, gulping down the welling lump in his
However, for some strange reason, the lion glancing back as if he was looking for something evades the tribesman. Then, with a sudden and deafening roar, he turns.
The light bloated and flew away. The scattered light went back together, swayed, changed its color, and began a savage roar while growing. There was a red and black beast in patchy pattern....
I stood off to the side as Tim led the first of the sheep inside. The sheep gave little struggle and made no sound. Tim gripped its head tightly as the professor placed a bolt gun on the top of its skull. The bolt gun worked similar to a revolver.
The barrels turned red, cracking out a monstrous yell the sound of a beast roaring its last roar. The rifle on the left caught fire first, the wooden stock fueled the fire. The right rifle burst into flames, but Nerrek held on holding off with a wall of bullets. The fire grew brighter on both rifles, his coat sleeves caught flame, but the roar of gunfire was unconstrained. The flames wove into the fibers thriving into new life. He was consumed in flame. The roar of the beast began to choke, The rifle in his right hand ceased his charcoaled hand released the rifle. Kitz looked back and hesitated for a moment, “you were always there for me” he broke his stance and kept pushing forward. There was a screech as the last bullet scraped along the inside of the barrel. He let go the second rifle, and tore off the Emblazed coat. The fabric had scorched into his skin, few flames lingered on him. He grabbed his side arm and continued the battle roar. A shriek of desperation came from the trees followed by showers of gunfire. “I’m not that easy to kill, choked nerrek.” He grinned and pushed
The audience gasped There inside of the door the once savage and relentless beast, was lifeless on the ground. There was a moment of silence. The king was alarmed, for he had to get the youth away from his daughter in some way. He spoke quietly to one of his courtiers.
I put the one bullet in the magazine and load the rifle. I take a