"A moment, if you please," calls Aramis, winded. Two of the vampires are still alive, wounded but mobile, and through the ache in his head Aramis eyeballs them both, tracking their movements with two drawn pistols.
It seems to take an age for both bodies and barrels to align, but at last Aramis squeezes the trigger finger of both hands. The clearing explodes in short, deafening noise, and both vampires drop. Aramis lets his guns drop likewise to the ground and hurries forward. "Is he alright?" he asks Porthos, joining him to look over Athos.
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Date: 2016-05-15 04:34 am (UTC)It seems to take an age for both bodies and barrels to align, but at last Aramis squeezes the trigger finger of both hands. The clearing explodes in short, deafening noise, and both vampires drop. Aramis lets his guns drop likewise to the ground and hurries forward. "Is he alright?" he asks Porthos, joining him to look over Athos.
"Are you alright?"