Three, four, five… where did the next one go? She almost had it when someone grabbed her by the scruff and hauled her to her feet. Good thing Zey spoke before grabbing her, else she’d have probably gotten smacked on reflex. Not a good look on the performance review. [color=00AEFF]”Fucking… Attack dinosaurs, what is this, where did that even come from, I hate this.”[/color] She muttered half to herself, half in response to the Captain in a bizarre mix of English and Russian, still struggling with the magazine and loss of fine motor control. In the end it was the cheers of triumph that fully brought her back to reality.

Huh… So they [i]could[/i] die. Good to know.

She finally slotted the armor piercing magazine into the weapon’s magazine well and peeled out from behind cover, only for the boat’s motor to get smacked by an arrow. Not like one would expect, but going sideways. Going back behind cover and looking around, it wasn’t the only one. Force magic. Magnetism? Steel arrowheads! Realizing what was happening and trusting whichever mage was responsible and hoping the locals didn’t have flint arrowheads for this occasion, blissfully unaware fo the soldiers’ plight or the two that got crushed, she steadied her weapon against the boat’s propulsion mechanism, took aim at the remaining beast and started firing, doing her fumbling best to hit the head reliably. It probably had a brain in the head, right?