Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 29, 2009 4:36:13 GMT -5
He picks the gun up with two hands; two others run along the barrel and stock, roaming across the trigger guard and then the trigger. BOOM! Thunder rolls through the room, lost in the cacophony of all the other gunfire, but dazing Leon by merit of it's proximity. He staggers back, stunned, noticing after almost a minute of confusion that one arm is missing, torn off raggedly just above the elbow. Congealed blood hangs out from it in stringy clots.
Regathering himself, he lifts the gun up again not so much warily as with slight caution. Again it goes off, this time pointing away from him, and Axe's head disintegrates in a puff of blood and brain matter so fine it could be confused with dust. A buckshot shell must have been loaded randomly, since the usual elephant gun round would have just given his skull an extra mouth. Now he doesn't even have a skull. Leon watches, amazed but somehow not surprised. He repositions the gun. Pulls the trigger again. It kicks back, but with 3 hands holding it steady and four legs bracing his body, the recoil hardly matters. Axe's body, twitching on the floor, loses an arm and the floor behind it grows a hole as the slug from the elephant gun passes through bone and wood like air, finally stopping an inch into the concrete floor of the cellar. Leon grins happily, kicks Axe's body playfully and looks for other targets.
He points the shotgun at Vito for a moment, then turns toward one of the PK mob and blows his lungs out his back. He looks at Vito again, the gun following his gaze unconsciously, harmlessly as a pointed finger. Leon laughs a cracked, rasping laugh, eyes shining as he grins at Vito happily and waves the gun in the air, cheering to him.
Turning around in circles, he shoots up the bar in every direction, avoiding any more human targets as he shakes with wave after wave of giggle attacks. "Gaaaaaahn!!!"
Yes, Leon, gun.
Gun.
Regathering himself, he lifts the gun up again not so much warily as with slight caution. Again it goes off, this time pointing away from him, and Axe's head disintegrates in a puff of blood and brain matter so fine it could be confused with dust. A buckshot shell must have been loaded randomly, since the usual elephant gun round would have just given his skull an extra mouth. Now he doesn't even have a skull. Leon watches, amazed but somehow not surprised. He repositions the gun. Pulls the trigger again. It kicks back, but with 3 hands holding it steady and four legs bracing his body, the recoil hardly matters. Axe's body, twitching on the floor, loses an arm and the floor behind it grows a hole as the slug from the elephant gun passes through bone and wood like air, finally stopping an inch into the concrete floor of the cellar. Leon grins happily, kicks Axe's body playfully and looks for other targets.
He points the shotgun at Vito for a moment, then turns toward one of the PK mob and blows his lungs out his back. He looks at Vito again, the gun following his gaze unconsciously, harmlessly as a pointed finger. Leon laughs a cracked, rasping laugh, eyes shining as he grins at Vito happily and waves the gun in the air, cheering to him.
Turning around in circles, he shoots up the bar in every direction, avoiding any more human targets as he shakes with wave after wave of giggle attacks. "Gaaaaaahn!!!"
Yes, Leon, gun.
Gun.
