NOVEL NEXT Chapter 89: Sniping
With a force of a mountain, the head of the ghoul exploded into a million pieces as the vile liquid that was once was the blood of a myriad splashes all over the surroundings, and with a thud the ghoul fell with its final life force snuffed out of eternity.
Quagmire tightly gripped the bolt-action rifle, once the shot was fired, along with a strong force and a gust of wind, he raised his bolt-action rifle, and immediately bolted out of the door. Adrenaline aflame, he forced himself to dash towards each and every obstacle, eventually out maneuvering the field of views of the ghoulish patrols.
Once he was once again out of view, he twisted his feet as the joints turned and clicked, the direction changed into the opposite of what was once he was heading to. With the bolt action at hand, he bent his knee and placed his right foot forward. As the bolt action rifle entered his field of view, he made a few maneuvers using his hands, and placed it below his cheek while lowering his head.
The rifle's buttocks are supported by the shoulder and with a firm focus and the activation of the eagle's eye, his eyes dilated and soon his vision was magnified, and if it was not enough, he magnified it further. Once the vision is clear, and the ghouls on sight, with a pull of a finger, the edge of the barrel lit up in a fiery flash.
It's reverberating sounds were silenced by the variable silencer, and the bullet came out at a blistering speed unimpeded by anything. The bullet, with a flaming fury, left a trail of smoke and followed a straight line that lowers with each passing moment.
Unbeknownst to the target, they were struck with a force of the entire world; the ghoul staggered and with a stare of a thousand yards; it fell into the ground with a thud that rumbled through the ground like the waves at a stormy night.
Once the shot was clear, Quagmire exhaled a massive amount of air, once out, he changed his breathing rhythm. A few breaths went by, glancing from side to side, he confirmed that the surroundings was safe, and nobody followed him. Unfortunately, with the reports of the deaths of ghouls, and the escaped myriad, he is still in a precarious situation.
He glanced at the sky, and saw that the sun was almost down, which means he would have to camp out of here. However, he would not just camp, he would take advantage of the night's darkness, and ambush the ghouls from multiple direction and eventually eliminate them completely from this fortress.
Numerous thoughts ran through his mind, he formulated numerous plans and backups, and once he was sure of what he wants and his plan of action to achieve it, he stood up and brought out his bolt-action rifle. He grabbed another clip, and inserted bullets, the same as he did for the pistol. Once he was ready, he moved in the shadow of darkness.
The ghouls were more alert than ever, which means there will be more patrols, however, ghouls have limits, just like all people do, even if they had powers or whatnot, everything has limits. Thus, he would scout the perimeters of the patrols, and strategically pick off those at the outliers, and from there as the patrols decreases, he will start closing in the perimeter, and once it is tight enough, he would lobbed a couple grenades to wreak havoc and confusion among their ranks.
Not only that, he have another advantage, that is the escaped natives or what is called myriads of this world. They would probably think it was some kind of riot and not a direct attack, but then again anything could happen. So having another advantage than what he currently have available now, is already a boon for him.
Unfortunately, it is the dead of night, which is a boon and a misfortune at the same time. He could indeed use the height advantage to pick of enemies with the bolt action, but that would be tough, and glancing over the sky, there is not enough moonlight to illuminate the dark paths.
Moreover, it seems that the ghouls do not need much light, as they rely on instincts especially on the lower ranks, but then again, fighting close range is much better, and he would be more in control of the events that are transpiring.
With those thoughts circulating in his mind, Quagmire forced himself to move forward and leave things to fate, just as how fate brought him to this world. Trust in his skills and knowledge and, above all, faith in the unknown who guided him to this world.
A firm determination, and a beating heart that is ready to dance into the tune of the battlefield, he readied himself and move his right foot forward, effectively making his first movements for a while. With a military grade knife in his right hand and a pistol in his left hand, he moved forward with utter precision and silence.
Each step reverberating like those of a drop of water in a calm lake. Just like how the wind blows, and the leaves scattered, under the guise of nature, his steps were effectively masked and disguised.
With wary eyes, he carefully checked each and every corner he encountered, and once he saw some movements, he lowered his breathing and observed. He saw that there was a single ghoul in the periphery of his vision. To make sure, he moved to another location to confirm.
Once he was sure, he started to close in on the ghoul who seemed to staring off into the distance, and with his movements masked by nature, he was able to drift closer and closer, now a few feet before him lies the target.
The time is nigh, and so with a sudden movement, he increased his speed and with the grace of a peacock and the sharpness of a blade; he inched closer in a few moments, and plunged the knife deep within the skull.
The ghoul noticed, but was already too late. As before, it was able to scream; it was already laying dead on the ground. With that, the first kill of the night has been achieved.