[center][h1][color=steelblue]Bonny Mako[/color][/h1]

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Bonny swung her cannon around, using it to absorb the brunt of the blow. 

"Well shiver me timbers, that didn't take long," she remarked casually before bludgeoning the bear Grimm with it. Leaving the creature momentarily stunned, Bonny spun around and opened fire on the other four, blasting them to bits with well-placed cannon-fire. A charged electric shot fried the Ursa on her far left while the Ursa next to it froze solid, the Ursa on the far right getting a taste of what it felt like to be a meteor as the flaming cannonball to its gut carried it away like a ballistic bear missile before exploding in a tree-clearing blast. She had no Dust to spare the last Ursa of the four, so she decided to make some of her own fun and shot a plain ol' cannonball right between its knees, lining up a shot right to the skull mask on its noggin as it doubled over. 

Taking a moment to bask in the satisfaction of that last kill, Bonny nearly missed the sound of the first Ursa getting its land legs back, and her dodging was less than nimble as she tumbled out of the way of its claws at the last second. 

"Shit!" she cussed, clicking the firing button on her cannon only to be met with the sound of an empty cylinder. "Double shit!"

She'd designed the Revenge with multiple chambers to avoid too much inconvenient reloading in battle. But with the cannonballs she'd already used just landing, her cylinder was empty, and she'd need at least thirty seconds to reload it completely. Precious seconds she didn't have.

So what she did instead was reach for her flask and the wood-and-metal rammer covered in white cloth that was hanging at her waist. Taking a swig of rum, she struck the wooden stick against the Grimm's coarse fur, setting the Dust-imbued cloth ablaze, and spewed the alcohol back at the Ursa. While this confused the bear at first, it quickly got the message when the fire erupted into a flamethrower-like gout, and it ran away with its fur on fire, whimpering and trying to pat itself out. 

"And that be that, then," she said, picking up her cannon. "Alright, now let's reload you, ye salty dog..."