Talk:Hellhound/@comment-27303410-20171006023305/@comment-30700719-20171006030942

I blink rapidly for a moment, then grip his shoulders with the strength of a steel vice. "What the hell have you done?!" I whisper. "I swear, Dad, it was just the water..." I slap my hand to my brow. "If you don't open these shutters immediately, I'll bring friends to break them!" The Hellhound outside shouts. I turn to my son. "Go downstairs into the basement. Find my old toolkit. It's actually a secret lever. Hide, and don't come out until I open it for you. I can't have you running around like a headless chicken, not with what I'm about to do." His eyes widen, and he practically leaps down the stairs. "Listen. I have a firearm license, which means that if you illegally enter my property, I am fully entitled to defend myself." She bangs on the shutters, and a worrying creak comes from them. "Bah. Some 9mm pistol's not going to hurt me. You don't impress me." I calmly walk down into the basement, and retrieve the firearm. As I climb the stairs again, I calmly load the gun, with an evil smile filled with confidence. I tap on the shutters with the muzzle of the gun, and she sticks one talon through the thick metal. The very point of her claw is noticeable. I smile and pump the action slide on the shotgun. On the other side of the metal, the Hellhound's eyes widen in realisation. I jam the muzzle against the narrow hole her claw made, and pull the trigger. The heavy slug pushes aside the weakened shutters and hits the Hellhound almost perfectly in the nose. It bounces off and hits the ground, its magic expended. However, the Hellhound also topples over and hits the ground, having had most of her Demonic Energy (aka life-force) blasted out of her like a dynamite punch. I hold up the shotgun and blow the smoke off the barrel.