Fall - Pistol shots

“Moral panic?! Dude, you’re the freaking Hierophant. Like, the ultimate evil. You’ve got the nerve to complain I’m being unfair?!” Her face contorted. Her pitiable human teeth elongated into respectable fangs and her eyes flashed golden. “That’s.. That’s.. RRRRRAAAAAGH!”

She sprang.

Carolina opened fire. Fall just let the bullets pepper her side heedless to any pain. A berserker rage. Poxagronka dulled an orc’s senses and fixed the mind solely on the kill. Whatever Fall was, whatever she’d tapped into, it must’ve been similar.

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Proletlariet, Round 2