[Spontoon] The Glass Goose: Banzai Charge [PLUG]
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A grisly figure came charging out of the alleyway, his ragged, reeking trench coat trailing behind him as he raised a machete in his left hand to strike, a single orange eye and bared fangs glaring out of a weave of bandages over his face. More than a few of his teeth were absent in his gaping maw.
With a flick of her wrists, the Widow's Tears appeared in Dorothy's hands as she spun to face their attacker, and she snapped off two shots, striking with uncanny accuracy directly above where his thumb gripped the handle. The first shot shattered the grip right at the pommel, the second shot snapped the blade off and sent it spinning to the dock where it embedded in the thick wood.
As the grotesque assailant hurtled forward, carried by momentum toward the two females, Gwen's dark furred hand slipped into the pocket of her coveralls, and came out with a band of dully burnished brass gleaming across her fingers. Dorothy leaped back out of his way as he blundered between them, catching a brass knuckled right cross in the face from Gwen. The impact spun him as he toppled to the ground, the haft of the broken machete flying out of his hand and clattering across the dock.
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warren
A grisly figure came charging out of the alleyway, his ragged, reeking trench coat trailing behind him as he raised a machete in his left hand to strike, a single orange eye and bared fangs glaring out of a weave of bandages over his face. More than a few of his teeth were absent in his gaping maw.
With a flick of her wrists, the Widow's Tears appeared in Dorothy's hands as she spun to face their attacker, and she snapped off two shots, striking with uncanny accuracy directly above where his thumb gripped the handle. The first shot shattered the grip right at the pommel, the second shot snapped the blade off and sent it spinning to the dock where it embedded in the thick wood.
As the grotesque assailant hurtled forward, carried by momentum toward the two females, Gwen's dark furred hand slipped into the pocket of her coveralls, and came out with a band of dully burnished brass gleaming across her fingers. Dorothy leaped back out of his way as he blundered between them, catching a brass knuckled right cross in the face from Gwen. The impact spun him as he toppled to the ground, the haft of the broken machete flying out of his hand and clattering across the dock.
Story and art ©
warren
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Mammal (Other)
Size 850 x 700px
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