Four Dead Rapi

Samora glanced around desperately for her pistol—she had to do something before the Rapi got to Nerra, but in her weakened state it would be incredibly hard to move fast enough. Still, she had to try. It took every bit of willpower the hardened captain had, but Samora managed to reach the gun, bringing it up to point at the Rapi.

Meanwhile, the Rapi had closed nearly all the distance between it and Nerra, eventually forcing her to take cover behind the vehicle in order to avoid its volleys of cum. Nerra loved her rifle. She’d had it for a long time, and it had never failed her—if it had, she wouldn’t be here today. It shot straighter than any other gun she’d held and seemed to pack more of a punch than most other guns as well. Even then, it did have its downsides. Namely, it took forever to reload and was a hassle to wield in close quarters.

As the Rapi closed in on her, Nerra finally gave up on reloading her sniper rifle. She tossed the gun aside (feeling part of her cringe as the expensive weapon clattered against the cement). Nerra whipped out her pistol, bringing it to bear right as the Rapi crashed over the vehicle. With a half-panicked yell, Nerra brought the pistol up beneath the hissing Rapi’s chin and pulled the trigger.

Simultaneously, across the room, Samora took her shot. A chorus of bullets rang out as the final humanoid Rapi dropped to the ground, dead.