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Glad this didn't die.
Raven came close and examined the shot. "Crap... I was aiming for the forehead. Also ew."
Raven aimed her shot, fired, and lodged the bolt right into its nostril.
"*squee!*, on it!" Raven loaded up the explosive bolt and took the shot, caving in the ceiling behind them.
"Right," she whispered back, "got it."
She nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
Who says a taco can't have beans?
The way I see this, we should probably hurry this part along so others can post.
"Well, a flash bomb probably wouldn't leave me with my eyeballs intact. Daylight's usually okay, though. Just not against sand or snow."
"I think I'd prefer the rocker thing. Honestly, ears this sensitive, I'm surprised they haven't exploded yet."
"Well, alright then." She smirked. "About half way, I think. Oh, and careful there's a... is that a badger? Neat."
Raven chuckled. "That should be nice. Hey, how close do you think we are?"
"Well, thanks, hon." She ran a hoof through her spiky mane. "But I meant hair length."
"How long were you thinking?"
"Oh. Silly me. Sorry. Yeah, I think that'd be cute."
Raven raised an eyebrow, a little confused. "Change your name..?"
"Nice... Alright, aim for the dome piece. Got it."
Raven followed close to her side. "Anything I should know before I shoot? Is the skull so thick I've gotta aim for the eye or something?"
She nodded. "Right. So is a bolt to the skull a clean kill?"
"So we... interrogate the cockatrice?"
