Ben
Two bullets and a pistol whip connected, but to his surprise, the damn thing just leapt at him! To make things even worse, two other beasts charged him. Ben gasped but kept his footing, and without thinking, swung a hook punch at the beast. Since it was snarling, Ben figured an open, hanging jawbone would be the best thing to punch.
After swinging, Ben would spin around and empty the last two shots into one of the other two beasts, aiming for the torso. Since a single bullet probably would not take out one beast, and since being drunk probably prevented accurate headshots, Ben figured he should at least try to take out one more beast.
Ridley
He had more success than Ben, but he failed to ignite the corpse. It was too wet from the snow or pond, but who could think straight in such a situation? There seemed to be something amiss with his flaming thing, but Ridley realized that the beasts were afraid of fire.
“Ey! Get more o’ dem fire goin’, damn dogs ‘fraid o’ fire!” Ridley shouted; hopefully, at least a few people would understand his Celtic accent.
Continuing with his skirmishing, Ridley had no desire to stay put. He started running across the battlefield, shooting here and there at the monsters whilst trying to keep his distance from them. He eventually stumbled upon Ben, noticing that he was in the instance of dealing with three of the monsters.
“Ack! Dumbass black boy can’t do nuthin’ by ‘imself!” Ridley spat, firing a few times at the two beasts charging him, but quickly realized he would not be able to stop them. So, Ridley sprinted forth, using momentum and speed to throw his flaming piece of debris towards Ben, hoping it would frighten the monsters away. “Catch!” Ridley shouted, and then...
24-Jan-2018 20:57:26