A Pistol Option

Nerra Whipped out her pistol, as fast as she could, dropping her rifle uselessly to the side. She hated not using it, but Nerra felt that with as fast as those Hound Rapi were approaching, she’d need something more agile than her rifle to take both out before they could get to her. After all, the Rapi didn’t even need to do significant damage to her—one spray of their cum and it would all be over. Having taken on more than her fair share of solo missions, Nerra was used to that being the case, but it didn’t make it any less terrifying.

Blam! Blam! Nerra fired at the charging Rapi, but the hounds nimble moved out of the way. “Son of a bitch” Nerra tightened her grip, trying to hold the weapon steady. It just felt so unnatural to wield such a tiny gun, and the Rapi were moving far too quickly for her to keep up. Nerra felt almost hopeless as they closed in on her, but she couldn’t just give up. No, against Rapi, surrender was not an option.