Sniper vs Ryb

The demon took the bait. The benefactors’ other man on the ground—the pervert Casper wished he could shoot instead—drew the guardian away and lured out the Bradford girl. He made the final adjustment to his scope for the crosswind.
Five hundred yards. Ten-mile-per-hour crosswind, partly blocked by buildings. To the right of her heart. Past her guardian demon. Not impossible, but…
He should have asked for a larger rifle.
What if I miss? The crowd…
Casper prayed to God that he didn’t kill a child.
His crosshairs stroked Naomi Bradford’s slender throat, then dipped to her heart.
“Namaste.” He fired.

~*~

Ryn gripped Naomi’s arm and tugged her close. She spun and let the bullet strike the cup of her hand. The only sound was a muffled crack five hundred yards away that the humans didn’t hear, a zip, and the soft spank of jacketed lead against her unbreakable palm. She held the hot slug and steered Naomi through the crowd.
“Hey, easy,” Naomi said, shrugging off Ryn’s hand. “Your grip’s like iron.”
She kept between the distant window and Naomi, but the danger had abated—the danger to Naomi, at least. She still smelled the child predator.

~*~

Her hand. Casper lifted his face from the rifle. She caught the bullet. In her hand. She didn’t even know where I was until I fired. How could anything move like that?
He slid off the desk and ripped his rifle’s carrying pack open. One-handed, he texted, “It’s over. Guardian spotted me. Bugging out. Will try again later.”
And then: “DEFINITELY need bigger gun.”
At least the demon will eat the pervert, he decided.


Chapter 11, Page 171-172