The small stone connecting to the panther had made a smaller noise that went mostly unnoticed. However, it had the same effect on Will as clicker training had on a dog. It gave his brain a shot of chemical goodness and made his breaths transition into sultry, labored panting. [i]That piece of shit got hit by me. It felt what I gave it. IT FELT IT! HA!!![/i]

The beast hurled itself at Walker, causing him to stand in awe at the physics engine in place. As time began to slow, he wondered, for a brief moment, what being mauled to death was like. This execution was stopped by the beast's back erupting into a mess of light and sparkles, replacing Walker's face of erotic fear with erotic uncertainty. Seeing Raine unphased by the turn of events inspired Will to quickly revert to his previous casual gamer bloodlust.

At his mental command the archer caused two pebbles to spawn in his artificially calloused hands. The bluntest way to describe his attacks was that it was apparent that he had minimum strength and maximum dexterity. Although Will was by all means an idiot when it came to using slingshots, the game's stat system had meddled around with his mind, and he found his hands to be very fine-tuned and knowledgeable as to what his brain desired.

After focusing a bit harder the fighter had willed a third projectile to form in his hand. With a pair of shaky arms and a set of euphoric eyes Walker fired two of the pebbles like a machine gun, the attacks doing almost nothing in damage but landing skillfully. It was clear that if he didn't attempt to move around the battlefield, the panther would target him again, but the cowboy only thought abut overpowering his opponent and stood rooted to the ground while gulping down his excessive drooling. 

Walker set the third pebble in place and longingly gazed at his opponent. [i]This feeling, it's SO GOOD!![/i]