#dnd gunslinger

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Gunsmoke and Dragonfire.

The sharp tang of Quartech gun smoke filled the air, sharp retorts of gunshots and the hiss crack of bullets whizzing past kept Ceres low as she raced along the gunwhale. The XtoC legionaries had rallied quickly even despite their lack of commander and Candace’s pirates were struggling to find the foothold on seed eater point. A sharp crack of gunfire and a spray of wood chips stinging into her leg made her whirl, rifle meeting her shoulder as she sighted in on the sniper rising above battlefield in a small war balloon. The Zew Crew ran on, trusting her to handle threats at range. She whistled loudly.

“Caustus!” She called stridently, before whispering a breath of magic into her weapon. The seed of potential nestled itself into the bullet as the dark shape of her drake raced overhead, flying like a ballista bolt loosed towards the war balloon. Rifle stock met her shoulder, her finger light on the trigger, the iron site met her target, HsssssCRK! The quar engaged and her rifle bucked into her shoulder.

The shot spun the sniper as it impacted before exploding into a volley of flechets that ripped through the balloon and basket. The rig began to sink, falling down towards the legion below as Caustus raced in, unable to breath more than sparks- but it was enough. The gas leaking from the balloon ignited with a WOOSH that tore through the air like a storm wind to knock the legionnaires to the ground, scattering as the burning structure crashed down into their midst.

“NOW,” Candace yelled! “Over the side! Close quarters! JACKJAWS, CHARGE!”

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