Snippet #1668099

Jace

"You have to be kidding me.."

He was lost, already.

The command, 'go' had boomed, sending a surge of would-be hunters out into the woods, Jace had been carried along in it's wake. As groups split off however..he was abandoned. In a hole of all places. More a ditch, but it was still rather deep. "How does this shit even happen? 'Come, hunt puppets worthy of the Muppet show..see the world..get stuck in holes'. Buncha shit.." he grumbled climbing free. He still wasn't sure what he was doing here; the letter he received informed him of a job...so he came. "Monsters..pfft."

Checking his gear, and chambering a round in his 9mm, he sighs. Most of the others were getting deeper into the woods, the Imps would be driven before them in a rush to escape. Jace just failed the exam. Or so he thought.

The beast took him by surprise, slamming into his right shoulder like a freaking missile. The blow spun him, and caused him to fall down and dropping the pistol. It was on him in a flash. Teeth snapping, claws raking, it took all he had to avoid one or more painful attacks. It must have hid, waiting for a chance to escape, a lone human must have seemed an easy target. It showed how smart these things could be.

Rolling, just avoiding a stab of it's tail, Jace snags his knife from it's place on his leg and whips the blade up. A shriek sounds, the tip of it's tail now a geyser of foul smelling fluid. Now the tables turned, the Imp trying to escape as Jace attacked it's retreating back. A wild swing catches the beast on the lower back, cutting deep but doing no lasting harm. As it wriggled free he knew it would escape if he didn't act fast...and then his luck got better.

By chance his right hand fell onto the butt of his pistol, it had fallen into a pile of sticks n'crap in the struggle. Ice filled his veins, as combat instinct kicked in. In one fluid motion he rose into a shooter's crouch and drew a bead on the Imp's form...then let the little bastard have it. Hollow pops, and the tinkle of spent casings. The first shot caught the being in the right shoulder..irony that was lost on the Imp, spinning it to take two shots to the chest. As it fell it tried to shriek...but the 9mm rounds had shredded it's lungs. It died with a gurgle.

Jace's rush came down, his body shaking slightly as the adrenaline ebbed. Automatically, as his brain was still wrapping around the Imp's death, he checked the pistol, loaded a new mag and holstered the gun. What the hell..that thing almost killed him..these people were nuts. "Mother fucker...." he mutters, cleaning his knife off on some leaves. The corpse was ugly. Worse than when it was alive. what was he supposed to do, drag it back with him?

As he stares at the body..he feels some pain, reaching up to the source he discoverers that he hadn't made it through the fight unharmed. A deep gash under his left eye, a series of slashes to the right shoulder...a bite on the left hand. With a sigh he settles down, sitting next to the corpse with his med-kit, cleaning his wounds...his pistol close at hand..this shit wouldn't happen twice.