Post by Deleted on May 30, 2017 18:53:58 GMT
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he paid dearly for his moment of paradise
while knowing in his gut it could never last.
[attr="class","monalisa"]The market was fairly empty for such a pleasant day. Drew supposed that could be expected, given the early hour of morning, as the shops were just opening. But with the guests that had been hiding out in their home lately, Drew and Lilith needed to get groceries more frequently. He had left his sword at home, since he would only be going a few blocks, but he'd kept the red cape. He didn't want the attention that his tail would bring, if it was immediately obvious to strangers. But he left most of the haggling to Lilith as they made their way from market stall to market stall. People seemed to like her, instinctively. That was far more useful than the instinctive fear that Drew tended to inspire. Not for the first time, he wondered if Lilith was aware of how lucky she was, in that regard.
But perhaps it was the calm of the morning that betrayed him. There was no scent, no shifty strangers to warn him of the oncoming danger. He just heard a distant crack, and the instinct to act kicked in. He stepped forward and grabbed Lilith around the collar bone to pull her tight to his chest, and that fraction of a second made the difference. The impact hit him like a sledgehammer to the lower back, and he staggered forward a half-step with a heavy grunt of pain. It took all of his dexterity and self-control not to knock Lilith over with the motion. His brain started moving at high alert, high speed. The bullet was a high caliber round, probably a sniper. And they'd been aiming at his wife. Most likely location, rooftops across the street. Damage... severe. It hadn't gone through, thankfully. But that meant it had bounced around inside.
"Lilith," he said, suppressing his groaning alarm, "You still have your gun? Get to cover. Keep yourself safe."
The dark red of his cape would disguise the blood as he released her and turned to put eyes on the attacker. Priorities. Get Lilith to safety. Draw the fire. Locate the enemy. Locate and destroy. He took a deep, steadying breath, forcing himself to think. The Wolf was already pushing his eyes to golden as he took cover behind the brick of the nearest building. Lilith's position was a good one. Anyone who approached could only come in one direction, and that was ideal for a gunman.
He took the back way around the house, climbing to the rooftop. There was a man waiting when he got there, but Drew didn't hesitate. His knife was out of the sheathe as soon as he got his feet under him, and the sniper fumbled with a pistol as he saw Drew's approach. This wasn't the one who had fired. The angle was wrong. That meant there were multiple attackers. Drew bowled the man over, his free hand covering the man's mouth. The knife pierced from under the man's chin, straight up through the brain. He was dead before he ever had a chance to cry out. But Drew's strength was fading fast. The wound in his back was bad. He was leaving a trail of blood as he moved.
Sliding up to put his eye to the scope of the rifle, he swung it around to get a vantage point on the others. He saw... three. Three other snipers. And it had been almost ten years since Drew had last used one. He exhaled slowly as his finger moved on the trigger, and the one that had hit him jerked back as he fell. It hadn't been a perfect shot, but with a bullet of that size, it didn't have to be.
Another man, unseen by Drew, was moving stealthily across the ground toward Lilith's position. But he didn't know that Lilith carried a pistol. Or that she was skilled in its use.
But perhaps it was the calm of the morning that betrayed him. There was no scent, no shifty strangers to warn him of the oncoming danger. He just heard a distant crack, and the instinct to act kicked in. He stepped forward and grabbed Lilith around the collar bone to pull her tight to his chest, and that fraction of a second made the difference. The impact hit him like a sledgehammer to the lower back, and he staggered forward a half-step with a heavy grunt of pain. It took all of his dexterity and self-control not to knock Lilith over with the motion. His brain started moving at high alert, high speed. The bullet was a high caliber round, probably a sniper. And they'd been aiming at his wife. Most likely location, rooftops across the street. Damage... severe. It hadn't gone through, thankfully. But that meant it had bounced around inside.
"Lilith," he said, suppressing his groaning alarm, "You still have your gun? Get to cover. Keep yourself safe."
The dark red of his cape would disguise the blood as he released her and turned to put eyes on the attacker. Priorities. Get Lilith to safety. Draw the fire. Locate the enemy. Locate and destroy. He took a deep, steadying breath, forcing himself to think. The Wolf was already pushing his eyes to golden as he took cover behind the brick of the nearest building. Lilith's position was a good one. Anyone who approached could only come in one direction, and that was ideal for a gunman.
He took the back way around the house, climbing to the rooftop. There was a man waiting when he got there, but Drew didn't hesitate. His knife was out of the sheathe as soon as he got his feet under him, and the sniper fumbled with a pistol as he saw Drew's approach. This wasn't the one who had fired. The angle was wrong. That meant there were multiple attackers. Drew bowled the man over, his free hand covering the man's mouth. The knife pierced from under the man's chin, straight up through the brain. He was dead before he ever had a chance to cry out. But Drew's strength was fading fast. The wound in his back was bad. He was leaving a trail of blood as he moved.
Sliding up to put his eye to the scope of the rifle, he swung it around to get a vantage point on the others. He saw... three. Three other snipers. And it had been almost ten years since Drew had last used one. He exhaled slowly as his finger moved on the trigger, and the one that had hit him jerked back as he fell. It hadn't been a perfect shot, but with a bullet of that size, it didn't have to be.
Another man, unseen by Drew, was moving stealthily across the ground toward Lilith's position. But he didn't know that Lilith carried a pistol. Or that she was skilled in its use.
tags: Lilith Schultz --- words: 651 --- notes: let me know if I need to change anything.
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