[Good thing Alec is quick on his feet, but too bad the situation is little too harried for Rufus to feel any kind of gratitude just yet. He’s reaching, impatiently, even as the man swoops down and lobs his shotgun back at him, his hair fallen all out of place thanks to gravity. It’s a good throw, though, and Rufus catches it by the stock, twisting it around in his hands to steady it.
To say this is the most awkward firing position he’s been in would be the biggest understatement of the century, but at least his target is uncomfortably close. It means that he can raise up the barrel and aim anywhere on the drake, letting loose a spread of buckshot that barely misses his own foot. But you know, a win’s a win, especially when the world is literally vacillating back and forth and upside-down.
It catches the mother drake on the wing, but she’s made of sterner stuff than her brood — this only angers her, and she kicks out her hind legs to release Rufus by flinging him at Alec.]
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To say this is the most awkward firing position he’s been in would be the biggest understatement of the century, but at least his target is uncomfortably close. It means that he can raise up the barrel and aim anywhere on the drake, letting loose a spread of buckshot that barely misses his own foot. But you know, a win’s a win, especially when the world is literally vacillating back and forth and upside-down.
It catches the mother drake on the wing, but she’s made of sterner stuff than her brood — this only angers her, and she kicks out her hind legs to release Rufus by flinging him at Alec.]