The lead bullets tore through the monster, one through its leg, the other through its arm. The monster screeched in pain, and tossed the boy off of itself, before stumbling, trying to get its balance on its hurting limb. Unfortunately, it lost its balance and stumbled over the edge of the cliff. It was a bit anti-climactic, but whatever it was, was dead now at least. Well, maybe it was dead. She survived falling gods knows how high. How did she do that anyways?...she was just going to say that she was too pretty to die, and drop it.
She holstered her pistols and gave the boy a sour look as she approached him. Obviously, she was not happy about something. Instead of checking to see if he was alright like a normal person, she, instead, slapped him across the face as hard as she could.
"What. The hell. Were you thinking, doofus." She said, agitation clear. "You could have been killed by that thing. I don't care if you could 'come back' or not. Whatever the hell that means." She stood, placed her hand on one of her sword hilts, and pulled it partway out of the sheathe. "You pull a stunt like that again, I'll kill you myself, since you have a deathwish apparently." She re-sheathed the blade, causing it to make a loud clacking noise as she did so. "Now, question. Where in the name of Davy Jones am I?"
