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Editing Bloodline:Tinbolt Chapter 5
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Wrenching the missiles out of its flesh, it folded its hands into a double-fist and pounded her into the limestone road. | Wrenching the missiles out of its flesh, it folded its hands into a double-fist and pounded her into the limestone road. | ||
− | Struck dumb by her death, we mutely launched our own salvos. Unfortunately, the fortifications were poorly constructed, and we could get shots only at its feet, and poor ones at that. It | + | Struck dumb by her death, we mutely launched our own salvos. Unfortunately, the fortifications were poorly constructed, and we could get shots only at its feet, and poor ones at that. It bellowed, its bloody fists raised high, before a single bolt pierced its chest, just to the left of its sternum. |
− | The civilian hunter had thrown himself into battle from atop the trade depot, and his first shot was a perfect one. Its heart cut through, the titan's bellows turned to shrill, garbled screams. It stumbled towards the depot, blood on its mind; but the river of life fluid pouring down its chest was not inclined to cooperate. It fell to its knees, a weak cry of defiance escaping its lips before imprinting its dead body on the sand. | + | The civilian hunter had thrown himself into battle from atop the trade depot, and his first shot was a perfect one. Its heart cut through, the titan's bellows turned to shrill, garbled screams. It stumbled towards the depot, blood on its mind; but the river of life fluid pouring down its chest was not inclined to cooperate. It fell to its knees, a weak cry of defiance escaping its lips before its torso followed its knees, imprinting its dead body on the sand. |
Standing down, we hauled Meng's crumpled body to the graveyard for a warrior's burial. | Standing down, we hauled Meng's crumpled body to the graveyard for a warrior's burial. |