[There won't be ricochets. For that, you have to miss. His shots might not all land exactly where he wants, but he makes sure they're landing, and they're definitely hitting skull or bone, where they're less likely to pass through soft tissue and hit a bulkhead.]
[He's very, very good, but then he's had a gun in his hands since he could hold one.]
[Even despite the threat - and despite his fear - his voice is cool and collected.]
Yep, that's the move.
[They'd had to fall back on that when fighting all the zombie versions of his dad. Sometimes the best they could manage was damaging them enough mechanically that they had to stay down.]
[Fortunately, he's as gifted at hitting kneecaps while occasionally looking back to aim over his shoulder as he was at nailing the headshots.]
[Fortunately, the recoil on photon weapons isn't that different from what he's used to. Better tech with better "projectiles" but the force to eject them out is pretty potent, enough he prefers to use proper form and use his second hand for support. But even if it's different, he's been trained to be adaptable, to be able to pick up a gun and adjust. To still control recoil even if firing one handed.]
[It does work, too, either driving them to the floor or making them start to limp. They clearly don't react to pain, though, just mechanical damage.]
[Clickclick.]
[-- Okay, so he may be good at adapting to new weapons, but he's not used to small capacity. He's definitely going to have to get use to this ammo. He swipes one of many, many, many clips that he'd taken from the weapons stockpile from a pouch in his little skirt.]
The capacity on these ancient weapons sucks.
[He snaps another clip in and keeps firing, this time actually keeping mental count. (Boo.) His normal gun can usually fire off hundreds of rounds on full charge. This stupid thing only has 17 each clip.]
We need to lose them somehow. Like slip into an entrance where they can't follow. After this clip, I've only got - [he mentally does the math; it's quick] - 136 rounds.
[Which sounds like a lot but if he's got to demolish enough joints to get these guys down - and if more and more keep following behind the current crowd - they'll be in trouble.]
A maintenance tunnel or a ventilation duct, something. They're all adults, we're smaller.
[He's delegating slightly here. He can't exactly look around for an exit if he keeps having to look back and fire.]
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[He's very, very good, but then he's had a gun in his hands since he could hold one.]
[Even despite the threat - and despite his fear - his voice is cool and collected.]
Yep, that's the move.
[They'd had to fall back on that when fighting all the zombie versions of his dad. Sometimes the best they could manage was damaging them enough mechanically that they had to stay down.]
[Fortunately, he's as gifted at hitting kneecaps while occasionally looking back to aim over his shoulder as he was at nailing the headshots.]
[Fortunately, the recoil on photon weapons isn't that different from what he's used to. Better tech with better "projectiles" but the force to eject them out is pretty potent, enough he prefers to use proper form and use his second hand for support. But even if it's different, he's been trained to be adaptable, to be able to pick up a gun and adjust. To still control recoil even if firing one handed.]
[It does work, too, either driving them to the floor or making them start to limp. They clearly don't react to pain, though, just mechanical damage.]
[Clickclick.]
[-- Okay, so he may be good at adapting to new weapons, but he's not used to small capacity. He's definitely going to have to get use to this ammo. He swipes one of many, many, many clips that he'd taken from the weapons stockpile from a pouch in his little skirt.]
The capacity on these ancient weapons sucks.
[He snaps another clip in and keeps firing, this time actually keeping mental count. (Boo.) His normal gun can usually fire off hundreds of rounds on full charge. This stupid thing only has 17 each clip.]
We need to lose them somehow. Like slip into an entrance where they can't follow. After this clip, I've only got - [he mentally does the math; it's quick] - 136 rounds.
[Which sounds like a lot but if he's got to demolish enough joints to get these guys down - and if more and more keep following behind the current crowd - they'll be in trouble.]
A maintenance tunnel or a ventilation duct, something. They're all adults, we're smaller.
[He's delegating slightly here. He can't exactly look around for an exit if he keeps having to look back and fire.]