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Cyrus's shot had failed to meet his mark, but he knew how to avoid missing his second. Mental adjustments to his processing abilities allowed him to quickly find the changes necessary to account for the stone-horn's defenses. He scribbles the new numbers into the dirt on the ground and then realigns those adjustments back to his eyesight allowing him to enact those changes. Going back and forth between his sights and his calculations took time, so Cyrus would just have to hope the Stone-Horn didn't start moving again. 

Unfortunately, the battlefield had progressed quicker then Cyrus could prepare his second shot. His allies actions changed the situation rapidly. Accounting for wind and flying stones was one thing, but all of these bodies were another. Most of his allies were frontline combatants, aimed for the face, or were particularly reckless and a good number of them were all 3. Aiming for the eye was a lost cause at this point, he risked shooting the four-armed man or the small girl were his shot to veer which was increasing likely with the storm of stones swirling the area. He readjusted his aim to the creature's chest with the intent to pierce its lung or its heart if he was lucky.

[color=ff4500][i]Wind, Check. Stones, Check. Assumed Rib-cage position, Check. Range and Bullet Drop, Check. Swarm of metal shrapnel, Check... wait, what?[/i][/color] 

The ratfolk had sent another onslaught of rust and razors, blocking the line of fire for the chest. Cyrus couldn't even bother to be annoyed as he looked for another opening. The tail has no vulnerabilities to exploit and would just anger the beast rather than injure it, the body is heavily obscured, the head risks friendly fire. However, both the allies on the head were Quasits. They would recover even if he were to shoot them in the head or heart, so long as their connection to each other isn't severed. Their species' existence and monsters like them are the reason firearms didn't become prolific weaponry after all. 

Cyrus once again positioned his shot for the head, taking in all of his calculations again before taking fire. If they weren't in a populated area, he could simply take rapid shots as his rifle was semi-automatic. Since he risked not just shooting allies but also nosy civilians like that though, he better make this shot count.
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The beast's rocks fill the area around it as multiple members of the recruits dash forward into the fray. Cambrian takes advantage of his unique physiology to slink under the swarm and approach the creature's belly. Vicious energy slashes forward and rends scales and flesh alike as blood flows outwards and coats the squidman. A Stone-Horns underbelly contains dense muscle and fat protecting its organs from wounds such as these, but dense muscles still require heavy blood flow and so the bloodlusted freak gets exactly what he was after. Then comes the flurry of razors from the rat, tearing into the underbelly and sinking into the gash created by Cambrian. Unfortunately, Germ once again has to deal with an ally jumping into the target of his attack and the squid proceeds to suffer multiple cuts as the razors assault him as well. He hardly notices, too invested in the stream of ichor pouring onto his body.

Meanwhile, Vhoth powers through the storm and endures the bruises he will inevitably gain. He grabs onto the immobile beast's face, clamping its mouth shut so that it wouldn't bite him yet again, while Penni climbs onto its head and with a flourish launches an attack towards its uninjured eye. Inexperience with true brawls lead to mistakes, as the knife stabs itself into one of the arms of her friend that is wrapped around this side of the head. A wound that may sting, but a reckless Quasit would be used to by this point. What he may not be used to however, is the presence of a small rodent named Alfredo that is pawing at the Stone-Horn's mouth. Empty eyes glistening as if begging to be allowed into the jaws of certain death. Why this fine-smelling friend would want to die so badly is uncertain but it is unlikely to get its wish fulfilled by the friendly giant.

To the creature's right, Elio hammered a sharpened, rusted nail into the creature's side. The initial impact of the nail lodging it into the scales and the second impact from the spear forcing it deeper in. The spike disappears into its flesh and painful wheeze can be heard as a lung is punctured. On the creature's left, Cyrus fires into the Stone-Horn's eye and it ruptures with a sickening squish. Half-blind and short of breath, not to mention the bleeding and shredded wound below, this monster struggles to resist having its tail pulled into the mud created by the crocodilian at its rear. 

The Stone-Horn's plan had worked, but at great cost. It was deeply injured, but it now had five of its assailants within striking range. It dropped its stones, almost seeming as if it had perished before thrashing its body in a circle. The weight of the crocodile and the mud not enough to keep its tail contained as it spins. Vhoth is too strong and too resilient to be flung again, and is dragged across the ground with his feet planted to attempt to slow its attack. Erin's bite also wasn't easily shaken and instead she would be flung along with the creature's tail. Penni's grip strength however, doesn't compare as she falls off the head and into the path of assault. The wrecking ball and crocodile combo first slams into Elio knocking him aside a solid ten feet, and continues before stopping an inch in front of the small girl's face. Penni's head saved from direct impact by Vhoth's stubbornness. As for Cambrian, his sloshing body in a pool of blood luckily oozes out from under the stomping of the Stone-horn as he blissfully attempts to dye his body red. The squidman's form seems weirdly adapted for this exact behavior.
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[h3]>Juvenile Stone-Horn[/h3]
>Condition: Critically Injured
>States: Desperate, Enraged, Half-Blind, Winded[/center]