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Laggy Lagiacrus
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"What, this old thing? Pah, you shouldn't worry about it, it's as stable as a-"
Landon didn't need to think of a clever simile. He didn't need to act all tough. Not because he had proved it, but because his leg fell to the floor with a plastic-y thump, leaving its owner leaning against the inside of the ambulance with a sheepish look plastered upon his face. He froze in that position momentarily, his features seeming to be made of stone, before he muttered something incomprehensible - but probably thick with curses - and slumped to the floor. "All right, maybe it's not that stable. Maybe I really do need a combat prosthetic. I'll get one when I can afford one, by gum. But really, I couldn't have held off the entire horde. If anything, you and your skills managed to get us out alive. If anyone else saw you out there, I've no doubt they'd be praising you as their saviour."
And it was true - even if he had managed to escape the pollutant beasts' grasps, he could never have held off the small army flooding towards the van, like a maelstrom of starved zombies. Added to the fact that his aim had been thrown off, the scope had started to crack, and that the actual rifle was beginning to fire funny from the hit it took, he would probably wouldn't have been able to hit the broad side of a barn after about two more minutes of fire.
Landon didn't need to think of a clever simile. He didn't need to act all tough. Not because he had proved it, but because his leg fell to the floor with a plastic-y thump, leaving its owner leaning against the inside of the ambulance with a sheepish look plastered upon his face. He froze in that position momentarily, his features seeming to be made of stone, before he muttered something incomprehensible - but probably thick with curses - and slumped to the floor. "All right, maybe it's not that stable. Maybe I really do need a combat prosthetic. I'll get one when I can afford one, by gum. But really, I couldn't have held off the entire horde. If anything, you and your skills managed to get us out alive. If anyone else saw you out there, I've no doubt they'd be praising you as their saviour."
And it was true - even if he had managed to escape the pollutant beasts' grasps, he could never have held off the small army flooding towards the van, like a maelstrom of starved zombies. Added to the fact that his aim had been thrown off, the scope had started to crack, and that the actual rifle was beginning to fire funny from the hit it took, he would probably wouldn't have been able to hit the broad side of a barn after about two more minutes of fire.