[ The Bulette seems to be focusing on the real threat – and under normal circumstances, Peter might be a little offended that the creature isn't taking him seriously.
As it stands, it's probably for the best. He's distracted. He's not on top of his game. He's clumsy and reeling and so fucking furious and—
He hears the kid's helpful hint like it's coming to him through fathoms of water. Still, he hears it all the same, and he shakes himself, moving to capitalize.
The kid goes rolling, and Peter takes a running start before he slams the heels of his palms against the triggers for his jet attachments. He jumps, the jets giving him an extra boost and taking him high into the air. His first few shots slam and dissipate against the creature's hard plating, but the next couple slam home into the soft point behind its head.
The Bulette roars out again, turning on a dime to snarl at Peter. But, you know, Peter's safe in the air, kept aloft by the jets on his boots.
... which is usually a boon against any other creature. This one, on the other hand, apparently hasn't skimped on leg day, and it leaps up, snapping its jaws at him. Peter manages to veer out of the way, but a wayward strike from the creatures claws sends him careening into the trunk of a tree. ]
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As it stands, it's probably for the best. He's distracted. He's not on top of his game. He's clumsy and reeling and so fucking furious and—
He hears the kid's helpful hint like it's coming to him through fathoms of water. Still, he hears it all the same, and he shakes himself, moving to capitalize.
The kid goes rolling, and Peter takes a running start before he slams the heels of his palms against the triggers for his jet attachments. He jumps, the jets giving him an extra boost and taking him high into the air. His first few shots slam and dissipate against the creature's hard plating, but the next couple slam home into the soft point behind its head.
The Bulette roars out again, turning on a dime to snarl at Peter. But, you know, Peter's safe in the air, kept aloft by the jets on his boots.
... which is usually a boon against any other creature. This one, on the other hand, apparently hasn't skimped on leg day, and it leaps up, snapping its jaws at him. Peter manages to veer out of the way, but a wayward strike from the creatures claws sends him careening into the trunk of a tree. ]