Boom! Kachunk! Boom! Kachunk! Boom! Kachunk!
Maud pumped 3 rounds of 00 buckshot at the raiders that had come sprinting around the corner of the dilapidated 2 story brownstone. One round of 00 found its mark. The cobbled together double barrel shotgun flew from the stallion’s hands as he toppled forward and slid to a stop on his face. The remaining raider bolted back the way they’d come from with equal speed.
Maud took off in the opposite direction. She was covering the backs of her two sisters Marble and Limestone as they attempted to shake a band of raiders that had attacked them as they returned from the Spring Fair.
Also, let me see, hmm. The suppressor on the De Lisle was so far as I know a wipeless design but I’d need to check my notes.
I am also a little taken aback to see that these “bandits,” whoever they may be–well, once upon a time it was a rule of thumb that even the most determined, motivated forces would stop the attack to reassess if they took 40% casualties. These bad guys kept grinding forward like zombies. If I understand what I’ve been reading here, a group of twenty-four attacked and fought to the last. It’s spooky. It’s not typical. They seemed to be very highly motivated, but not especially skilled. That’s an unusual combination. Bandits, being opportunists looking for easy loot, would not typically behave that way. I wonder who they were and who they work for, given that they seem to have worn a sort of uniform. Black with a white crescent moon, huh? That reminds me of someone. I wonder if any of them are left alive, and, if so, whether they’re in a talkative mood.