Develius
"Kaiju Enthusiast"
"CURRENTLY DISGUISED AS 'CASSIDY B. FLINT'"
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| Lucius Cypher (Ranger) | @DSLIX (Tupu) | saxon (Eris) | @Coffeepot Giraffe (Arik)|
As they stepped out into another clearing, Cassidy's expression was taken aback by the various mutilated corpses that littered the forest floor.
"What in Hells Blazes is this carnage?" he cursed under his breath, feeling as if his lower jaw was about to pop off. He'd seen much death back in his time, even a time where a rival gang killed every last cow upon a rancher's land for failing to pay off his debt, but this grizzly scene was straight out of a butcher's slaughterhouse. No kind of animal he knew, both here and then, would even be capable of this much bloodshed. Yet he wouldn't need to look far to see what he assumed was the culprit.
What lain before them, this devil incarnate, was a reptilian beast unlike anything the cowboy had ever seen alive. Key word being alive. He had seen skeletal forms of similar looking creatures back on Earth, their bones being dug out from the ground and put into museums. What were these terrible lizards called again? Dinas? Dions? No, wait... dinosaurs. That sounded right. He aw a few dig sites with his own eyes while riding through the deserts with his possy, with the states of Utah, Colorado, and Arizona being particular hotspots of activity. They've been dead for eons, long before modern man. Or if they did live alongside men, they certainly don't no more.
But here is one now. A living breathing example of these ancient beasts from long ago. And it's quite the monster. Huge horns, big teeth, an armored back of silver, and sported sharp meat-hooked claws on both its three fingers. Despite the deadness within its blank yellow eyes, as well as sporting several major injuries, the creature was still very much alive and kicking in a savage fit of unbridled rage. It was just itching to kill something... and while it seemed not to notice them just yet, the cowboy knew what had to be done next.
Eris suggested they aim for the creature's legs, to which Cassidy nodded in agreement. "Good call." he astutely replied, before quickly drawing his revolver and fired [Accurate F] four shots at the creatures' legs; two bullets per limb; one at the thigh and one by the calf.