Ridley
His efforts partly helped, at least for now; two beasts retreated. The fiery branch seemed to work well against the beasts, almost as if they were flammable, and shooting them while they panicked was even better. Ridley was unsure if the survivors did anything or become dog chow, but upon the beasts being frozen in the puddle, Ridley did them a favor and fired at their torsos.
“Get a load a’ dis, ya dumb dicks!” Ridley shouted, getting a bit of a thrill out of the fight, especially since he was not the one with a beast trying to bite his face off!
He did not notice the gunman taken down by a beast, but instead he ran off to the side, peppering the other beasts at every opportunity as he ran. Ridley quickly ran to the nearest fire any of the survivors had made, grabbing a chunk of burning furniture flaming only on the end already in the fireplace.
Ridley then looked for the nearest dead beast, running to it, and sticking the burning piece of furniture into it, hoping that the creature’s fur caught on fire and turn the corpse into a fireball. The smell of burning fur and flesh, and smoke, may serve as a threatening warning to the beasts. Ridley kept the flaming chunk of wood in his other hand, just in case he needed to use it as a smoky, fiery shield or club.
Keeping both knees a bit bent as he continued trying to engulf the corpse, Ridley rolled his shoulders and continue shooting at the beasts, constantly switching targets and looking around to make sure none of the monsters charged him from behind.
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