Talk:Manticore/@comment-27303410-20161030235757/@comment-30700719-20170124230057

I dodge the quills and fabricate a revolver, ducking behind a tree. "I've got a gun!" I yell, trying to dissuade her. Instead, all I hear is a chuckle, then the sound of someone cocking a gun. "Sweetie, you better have a BIG gun." I lean to the side and take a couple shots. As I duck back, the side of the tree gets two long lashes in it as the quills graze it. I disintegrate the revolver and fabricate a minigun. "Oh, I got a big gun, alright!" I say as I release a stream of suppressive fire at her. "Aaah! That's not what I meant!" I take my chance and get the hell out of there.