[Fancy moves. Shay would be impressed, were he not concentrating on aiming the air rifle square onto the beast's chest.
He fires. One, two, three darts into the chest, before lowering the weapon to sling it back over his shoulder. A hand strays to the pommel of the sword sheathed at his side as the creature screeches in pain, flapping it's wings, before the sedative starts to take effect.]
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He fires. One, two, three darts into the chest, before lowering the weapon to sling it back over his shoulder. A hand strays to the pommel of the sword sheathed at his side as the creature screeches in pain, flapping it's wings, before the sedative starts to take effect.]