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glowfic2015-11-13 11:57 pm
characterquarry) wrote in glowfic2015-11-13 11:57 pm
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unplanned landing
She's at the lead of a formation of six Witches, flying her metal not-quite-a-broom out on a routine patrol. She carries her bow, sword, quiver of arrows, four loaded flintlock pistols, two pot-bombs. The usual loadout.
What she finds is not any alien invader she's familiar with. It's a flying snake with a mirror for a head.
"Pull up! It's faster than us, so use formation wagon-wheel!" Bows come out, and arrows fly at it, but they bounce uselessly off its mirror-head and scales. After a few minutes of this she charges in, drops one of her pot-bombs on it at point blank range, then pulls a roll to dodge as it charges past, but not fast enough-
And she's somewhere else entirely.
What she finds is not any alien invader she's familiar with. It's a flying snake with a mirror for a head.
"Pull up! It's faster than us, so use formation wagon-wheel!" Bows come out, and arrows fly at it, but they bounce uselessly off its mirror-head and scales. After a few minutes of this she charges in, drops one of her pot-bombs on it at point blank range, then pulls a roll to dodge as it charges past, but not fast enough-
And she's somewhere else entirely.