[Caitlyn's never actually shot anyone before, and if the creature roaming these corridors possesses human intellect, she'd rather avoid shooting it, too. But she has hunted animals, and she was always taught to aim for the vital organs. As an enforcer, she was taught that if she needed to shoot another person, she should aim for their center of mass.
Debating what body part to aim for becomes a lot less important when she realizes it's right there, and it's clearly spotted them. She quickly shouts a warning to the beast.]
Drop the weapon!
[Its only response is to roar one last time before it barrels down the corridor towards them.
A bullet whizzes past its horn, snipping a few hairs off the top of its head. The warning shot goes completely ignored. The second bullet hits its shoulder, aimed to drop or at least slow the beast without killing it. But that bullet is all but ignored too, merely causing its body to jerk backwards briefly before it lowers its head and continues its charge. The third bullet hits a fraction of a second later, just to the left of its sternum. If she has to kill it, she reasons, she can at least give it a quick death with one clean shot through the heart. But that bullet doesn't even slow it down.
She takes a slow breath in, sighting down the barrel of the rifle as she raises it to aim between the eyes. It's a much trickier shot, but one she'll take if her companion fails to freeze the water again or perform some other useful feat of magic.]
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Debating what body part to aim for becomes a lot less important when she realizes it's right there, and it's clearly spotted them. She quickly shouts a warning to the beast.]
Drop the weapon!
[Its only response is to roar one last time before it barrels down the corridor towards them.
A bullet whizzes past its horn, snipping a few hairs off the top of its head. The warning shot goes completely ignored. The second bullet hits its shoulder, aimed to drop or at least slow the beast without killing it. But that bullet is all but ignored too, merely causing its body to jerk backwards briefly before it lowers its head and continues its charge. The third bullet hits a fraction of a second later, just to the left of its sternum. If she has to kill it, she reasons, she can at least give it a quick death with one clean shot through the heart. But that bullet doesn't even slow it down.
She takes a slow breath in, sighting down the barrel of the rifle as she raises it to aim between the eyes. It's a much trickier shot, but one she'll take if her companion fails to freeze the water again or perform some other useful feat of magic.]