[ The thing screams as its hand hits the ground--or more accurately, it gives a feral shriek that sends goosebumps prickling across Chyler's scalp.
Then it goes abruptly silent as Finn sinks the lightsaber into its head, one clawed hand flailing at him, the other a blood-spitting stump.
Chyler doesn't have the chance to congratulate him.
Purple shards come zipping out of the darkness, thumping into trees, into snow, and into her stomach.
The air shivers, and another creature appears from nowhere, the sword in its hand blazing to life. It's a good three feet taller and a lot heavier built than its friend. Chyler opens fire, thinking she should be hurting more by now, she should be in agony, she's not going to make it, but maybe Finn can. Blood speckles the snow under her.
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Then it goes abruptly silent as Finn sinks the lightsaber into its head, one clawed hand flailing at him, the other a blood-spitting stump.
Chyler doesn't have the chance to congratulate him.
Purple shards come zipping out of the darkness, thumping into trees, into snow, and into her stomach.
The air shivers, and another creature appears from nowhere, the sword in its hand blazing to life. It's a good three feet taller and a lot heavier built than its friend. Chyler opens fire, thinking she should be hurting more by now, she should be in agony, she's not going to make it, but maybe Finn can. Blood speckles the snow under her.
At least Finn can make it.
(Why doesn't it hurt?) ]