There was loose paper on a couple of the tables in the library. Bunny slid one over, but pulled a paintbrush from the holsters on his back rather than reaching for a quill. With a few quick, smooth strokes, he had painted something football-shaped on the paper. "You seem like the best shot so you'll probably have the best chances at this. We see one of these in the field -" he painted a few marks on the football shape that somehow, despite the simplicity of the strokes, distinguished it with a clear pattern. "They're pretty much impervious until they latch on to someone. Best chance to destroy them before someone gets hurt is to get an incendiary inside them when the maw opens, but you've only got a split second to take the shot."
He painted another shape next to it, this one with the markings on the exterior starting to extend into the digging feelers that had been flaying him alive not a day ago. A mouth had opened on the front of the elongated shape, with rings upon rings of barbed teeth. "I'll see with the yetis about developing some explosive bullets. Unless - How's your metallurgy? You didn't make this, didja?"
He gestured to the gun with his paintbrush. He wasn't under the impression that humans generally crafted theirs personally, but Sam could be an exception.
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There was loose paper on a couple of the tables in the library. Bunny slid one over, but pulled a paintbrush from the holsters on his back rather than reaching for a quill. With a few quick, smooth strokes, he had painted something football-shaped on the paper. "You seem like the best shot so you'll probably have the best chances at this. We see one of these in the field -" he painted a few marks on the football shape that somehow, despite the simplicity of the strokes, distinguished it with a clear pattern. "They're pretty much impervious until they latch on to someone. Best chance to destroy them before someone gets hurt is to get an incendiary inside them when the maw opens, but you've only got a split second to take the shot."
He painted another shape next to it, this one with the markings on the exterior starting to extend into the digging feelers that had been flaying him alive not a day ago. A mouth had opened on the front of the elongated shape, with rings upon rings of barbed teeth. "I'll see with the yetis about developing some explosive bullets. Unless - How's your metallurgy? You didn't make this, didja?"
He gestured to the gun with his paintbrush. He wasn't under the impression that humans generally crafted theirs personally, but Sam could be an exception.