Snippet #2050947

Francis rolled instantly, allerted by the heavy growls of something large and heavy bearing down on him from behind. No sooner had he done so did a set of giant sharpened claws impale the ground where he'd just stood. Francis spat as he rolled back up to his feet and took a fighting stance, his eyes meeting the beady black orbs of his opponent's. The brown bear roared and raised its back upright as if to meet his challenge. The wall of imposing fur stood almost a meter taller than him, making Francis look almost small and meager in comparison. "Second target eh? Seems i got a big one" Francis grinned as he glanced over at the Zahkar's leaping tigress. He could tell the red haired man was enjoying this. The bear roared drawing his attention to it once more, its thick voice seemed to reverberate the very air around them before it settled down on all fours and charged.

It's roar was met by a different kind of roar alltogether. The roar of gunfire. Francis dashed backwards swiftly, seeking to maintain his distance from the bear as his sub machine pistol rained down bullets on the the simulated mammal. Twenty... thirty, even forty bullets only served to fuel its anger it as the creature sought to disembowel Francis like a corner rat caught in its deathrows. 800 pounds of flesh crashed forwards like an earthquake as the bleeding monstrosity finally reached him, its arms drawn back in preparation to swipe.

Francis paused then simultaneously pushed his body and his legs downwards. Using the momentum, he slipped past the bear's first strike then span away casually to dodge the second strike he knew was coming. His other sub machine pistol was already prepared as Francis hosed down the bear at close range. Dozens of bullets shredded fur and flesh as his finger squeezed the trigger. Although it was slowing, the bear was driven by an apparent rage and reared around to strike Francis one last time. It threw a massive paw at the pony-tailed man, its claws like mini spears. Any ordinary man would've died instantly from such a swipe, but Francis was no ordinary man. A heavy thump, followed by a grunt as Francis' left arm caught the underside of the bear's paw, seemingly preventing it from moving any further. His right arm came from the other side as the barrel of his gun dug into the side of the bear's head. Surprise almost seemed to register across the bears face from the realisation of its situation.

Then, a final bark of gunfire before the bear fell. Francis had already snapped in another clip before the corpse could pixelate, he, unlike Zahkar didn't enjoy playing.