S.A.T.S. Legend (Vers1)
By Duskhoof

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/40.....-the-last-song


'“Crow! UP!” Gypsy bellowed, thrusting a hoof to the catwalks above. I looked up just in time to see a fat mole rat leap and plunge towards me.

Whoooossshhhhh~

I was drifting in a single photograph of chaos, my body suddenly very aware of the cold. My eyes adjusted to the better aid of a bioluminous marker around the attacker falling my way. My S.A.T.S. had kicked in, I realised, and then I knew just what to do next.

I focused on the diver and prayed to Good ol’ Luna, Goddess of the Hunt (as Pa would tell me) that I could make this shot count, as percentages promised I had a good chance for a headshot. I aimed for its body rather than its head out of a lack of confidence in my novice ability. I noted I could try for more, but right now I just had to hit the kamikaze jumper before it hit me.

Breath held, I remembered to flap my wings again as I allowed the targeting spell to take over in real time, bedlam returning to overdrive.

Whumpf ~ went the world around me.

Shwink ~ sang the string as it snapped out of my claws, thrusting its missile up to meet my falling foe; its mouth wide open and it’s fangs bared.

Shlak! My arrow had been a little high on it’s target. Instead of finding the pudgy middle of the mole rat’s belly, it sped through the stretched maw of the creature, sank through its throat and burst from the back of its spine. A contrail of ichor spilled from it as it flew past me, hitting the floor below with a wet splat.

“Whoa! Guardian Griffon for the win!” Cried Joke gleefully, taking a moment to pull out the arrow from my kill and toss it back up to me to be recycled.

“Aye, nothing to it!” I lied.'

All good things

The Duskhoof