Longshot

Longshot's rifle comes up far faster than it would in real life and he fires with unerring accuracy. However, the beams merely fade away into nothing as they approach the nightmare version of him.

"Longshot, Longshot, Longshot," a disapproving, FERAL voice says, "That won't work on me." He raises his rifle, using only one foreleg, and aims down the sights. "But I, on the other hoof, can hurt you plenty!"

The shot, however, is not aimed at him. It's aimed at Love, who is peeking out from beside one of the doors.


The Rest of the Story

Longshot stretches out his wings, works out a crick in his spine, and looks down the tunnel that Love said had the strongest scent. "Right then," he grunts, "Onwards?"

The only guards are outside the cave. She'd have to get to them with a bot first. As for the threshold, it still looks good to cross. Nothing suspicious.