He could hear them scuttling about, fingers restlessly flexing on the barrel as he weighed the options. There was that Nea creature working on a generator, slick with grease and freckled by sparks. Then again there was also that eldritch abomination Vittorio, he didn't like the man, but he had to admit he was a fine specimen. A good hunt.
Speaking of fine specimens, lifting the rifle to tuck the butt into his shoulder, Caleb realized he knew exactly who he was going to take. Body jolting as the rusted spike launched itself, he grinned hearing the pained cry before giving a sharp yank to pull the young thing out of the other's path. He could hear the grinding of teeth over the sound of the chain's rattling as he began to reel her in.
"C'mere you lil shootin' star.'
The man was still absolutely obsessed with his old life, and that just wouldn't do. Had a new life, a better one, the woman's scream was music to his ears. Stepping back as the hungry thing that had kidnapped her reached out of the sky to pull the sacrifice upwards, Caleb turned with a crooked smile on his lips feeling the outrage prickling like sparks from a campfire against his back.
"Too slow, lamb. Maybe next time.'
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