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"Ignore it and run!" Shouted the advantaged Bertius, he was the furthest away and though it rather fitting to load another couple of tranquilers. If it had worked on Dad it might make Mum, or at least make her groggy enough so that she couldn't be bothered to follow them. Bertuis hugged the cliff's edge, walking it around in the direction of the village, managing to keep his eyes on the action, one shot flew and smacked the female beast on it's tail, It would have been better but for some reason the deviation of his rounds was getting worse, yet the recoil was getting lighter; it needed repair.

With his recoil getting easier, so did his reloading, Bertius was in a steady rythem of two shots in, two shots fired. He was strafing his way so the eyesight was not in use, the pot shots flying all over the mother wyvern's body, one or two missing completely. The trees were getting more dense, his opportunity to fire shots proportionatly fell, nd in time he was folding his bowgun back up in a full sprint back to the village.

Bugs, creepy crawlies, Felyns and passive herbivores populated his journey back, but Bertius ignore them all, slowling down to a stroll like walk as he reached the village's perimeter, out of breath slightly, he parked his backside down on a log and caught his breath, waiting for the arrival of the other two.