Posted 13 December 2011 - 04:54 PM
Luckily, a few of Todd's shots were off, and so only two hit him: one in this shoulder and the other in the shin; however, the bullet went through the muscles in the calf, not breaking his femur. (I think it's femur...?)
Mr. Smith swore mentally and retreated farther into the cover of the tree. He looked upon the hockey-masked creature with distaste. "A monster? Here? I swear, those horror movies from the eighties are based on FACT." This was said in a hushed whisper so as to alert no adversaries. He pulled the dart gun up to his eye, sighted down the barrel, and fired, aiming for the exposed flesh on the being's chest, just under the neck. If successful, this attack would turn Jason to stone and nullify his presence. He hopped silently to the ground, sheathing his dart gun and unsheathing two lightning-bolt shaped steel boomerangs.