It would have been nice to leave the dragons behind entirely. If he had to be swept away to another realm, Percival would have preferred to visit one that did not share the same heavy and inescapable problems that Tal’Dorei currently suffered from.
Though it was a much smaller dragon-like creature. Significantly smaller. And thus far, only one. There was, at least, that. One had to find their silver linings when and where they could.
As he was of little use in the thick of it, Percival kept Bad News slung across his back and found a shelf of a cliff, with rocks that looked both sturdy and rife with hand and foot holds he could use to climb it. Good, solid high ground was precisely what he needed.
He pulled himself up onto the shelf, scooted to the edge and took a knee as he took out Bad News. With practiced ease, he settled the gun on his shoulder, peered through the scope, took careful, precise aim.
Training the barrel at the wing, he pulled the trigger a moment before the jaws would have closed around one of the fighters on the ground.
With a cacophonous boom the bullet streaked through the air and sank into the meat of the wing joint.
His sharp “Ha!” was lost beneath the roar of pain from the creature. Pale face flushed with triumph, he reloaded the gun quickly and fired again--just as the head of the creature whipped around to find his impromptu sniper’s perch.
“Ah...damn.” In a rush, Percy slung Bad News back over his shoulder and rolled to the side, taking a leap off of the shelf just as the serpent-like creature darted towards him, jaw open, teeth glistening with spittle and gods only knew what manner of toxic fluid. He pushed off of the rocks with his feet and grunted as he rolled down the mossy embankment.
Bleeding from several cuts inflicted by the tumble, Percy sprang to his feet and took off in a straight run, straight towards an outcropping. Along the way he nearly collided with someone, quick reflexes all that kept them both from ending up on the ground, exposed and quite vulnerable. Percy grabbed at their arm to drag them with him to cover. “Down, here, get down!” he demanded, pulling his pistol from his belt as he jammed his back against the base of another rocky shelf.
Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III | Critical Role
It would have been nice to leave the dragons behind entirely. If he had to be swept away to another realm, Percival would have preferred to visit one that did not share the same heavy and inescapable problems that Tal’Dorei currently suffered from.
Though it was a much smaller dragon-like creature. Significantly smaller. And thus far, only one. There was, at least, that. One had to find their silver linings when and where they could.
As he was of little use in the thick of it, Percival kept Bad News slung across his back and found a shelf of a cliff, with rocks that looked both sturdy and rife with hand and foot holds he could use to climb it. Good, solid high ground was precisely what he needed.
He pulled himself up onto the shelf, scooted to the edge and took a knee as he took out Bad News. With practiced ease, he settled the gun on his shoulder, peered through the scope, took careful, precise aim.
Training the barrel at the wing, he pulled the trigger a moment before the jaws would have closed around one of the fighters on the ground.
With a cacophonous boom the bullet streaked through the air and sank into the meat of the wing joint.
His sharp “Ha!” was lost beneath the roar of pain from the creature. Pale face flushed with triumph, he reloaded the gun quickly and fired again--just as the head of the creature whipped around to find his impromptu sniper’s perch.
“Ah...damn.” In a rush, Percy slung Bad News back over his shoulder and rolled to the side, taking a leap off of the shelf just as the serpent-like creature darted towards him, jaw open, teeth glistening with spittle and gods only knew what manner of toxic fluid. He pushed off of the rocks with his feet and grunted as he rolled down the mossy embankment.
Bleeding from several cuts inflicted by the tumble, Percy sprang to his feet and took off in a straight run, straight towards an outcropping. Along the way he nearly collided with someone, quick reflexes all that kept them both from ending up on the ground, exposed and quite vulnerable. Percy grabbed at their arm to drag them with him to cover. “Down, here, get down!” he demanded, pulling his pistol from his belt as he jammed his back against the base of another rocky shelf.