[the Hero stumbles out of the way of the corpse and out of Hux's line of sight. He arches an eyebrow, even as he cocks the gun a second time. He isn't far enough away that he can't hear the sound of vomiting, and Hux immediately dismisses it out of hand. The boy (teenager? Who's to say...) isn't out of the woods yet; there are others that might be coming for him in a moment. Hux sets the sniper rifle on his shoulder again, bending to look down the sight. There's another woman who is inching towards where the blond stumbled, a large butcher knife in her hand.
Hux's aim shifts, and he breathes out quietly just as his finger pulls the trigger.
The woman goes down as her right kneecap shatters. It'll keep her from getting any closer to the now-hidden Hero, at least.
Perhaps he should feel something, killing and hurting these innocent bystanders. But no--it's just like a simulation. It's just like a simulation. As long as he focuses on that, he can keep his head.]
SHIT I FORGOT THE TW, I'M SORRY EVERYONE THERE IS GORE IN THIS THREAD
Hux's aim shifts, and he breathes out quietly just as his finger pulls the trigger.
The woman goes down as her right kneecap shatters. It'll keep her from getting any closer to the now-hidden Hero, at least.
Perhaps he should feel something, killing and hurting these innocent bystanders. But no--it's just like a simulation. It's just like a simulation. As long as he focuses on that, he can keep his head.]