Gun Skill

Trashbags mutliplied and swelled. A caterpillar-like tail extended out behind and below. Other debris like a halo of chicken bones and stringy matter expanded out around and behind Chugalug.


I aimed the rifle the Wretch had claimed from one soldier, and I fired, gunning through the trash bags.


My first series of shots popped the ones to either side and below him. He began to drop, not as steeply as if he had nothing. No doubt some gas buoyed him.


And Barfbat was still there, still in place, still ready to supply raw material. The bags I'd shot were replaced, and the abominable dirigible that was Chugalug found its buoyancy again.


I shot again, aware I had only so many bullets. This time, I aimed for bags on the one side. He listed, then he tilted, forcing Barfbat to adjust position to get the vomit where it needed to be.


With sustained effort in forcing the tilt, I put Chugalug nearly upside-down and sinking fast.


Barfbat paused in his supply of the fluid, made a face, then spat at me. Not a loogie the size of my head, but something more like a piece of bone. I avoided it.


"Stand down, or I will shoot you."


He lunged, instead. Chugalug extended a portion of his body to provide a helping hand in moving forward, and Barfbat moved his wings, a flap, then an almost horizontal dive or pounce, straight for me.


I shot, one bullet, and that was enough to keep Barfbat from tackling me and getting in close- whatever it was he planned on doing if he managed it. His wings spread, and he flapped, while Chugalug slowly sank below him.


The bullet had made a surprisingly big hole, but that hole was steadily closing, filling up with fluid-filled pustules. What was left as it finished closing was a small patch of what could've been the black death.


Bat-masked face was ringed with long black hair and a wreath of fluid-filled sacs. He flapped, eyeing me, before diving for Chugalug.


I was really glad I didn't have to get into hand-to-hand combat with either of them. Fucking gross.

- Heavens 12.7