Vladislav wasn't quite sure what he expected to find when he went toward the sounds of the screams, a soldier in a trap, most likely, but this was certainly not something he had anticipated.
The stark white of the lab coat stood out horribly, even more so than his own red and black did. However, the pristine white was stained brown with mud, and now, in addition, pink.
A rather large, angry looking crocodile apparently thought that the scientist made a nice snack, and was currently thrashing back and forth, trying to rip with arm off the flailing, shrieing scientist to make it easier to swallow.
Vladislav's gun was in his hand before he even thought to grab it, an instinct that was extremely useful. Wild thrashing movements made it hard to get a good shot on the writhing reptile, but Vladya was quite use to hitting moving targets.
Of course, generally the moving targets were fleeing rabbits or leaping deer, not large, powerful crocodiles trying to tear a mans arm off.
The first shot hit the beast in the neck, and only seemed to make it angrier. Vladislav wasted no time in putting another three bullets in it's neck and the back part of it's head, aiming there to avoid hitting the still shrieking scientist, who didn't seem to realize he was no longer being eaten alive and appeared determined to scream loud enough to wake the dead.
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Date: 2006-11-26 11:17 pm (UTC)The stark white of the lab coat stood out horribly, even more so than his own red and black did. However, the pristine white was stained brown with mud, and now, in addition, pink.
A rather large, angry looking crocodile apparently thought that the scientist made a nice snack, and was currently thrashing back and forth, trying to rip with arm off the flailing, shrieing scientist to make it easier to swallow.
Vladislav's gun was in his hand before he even thought to grab it, an instinct that was extremely useful. Wild thrashing movements made it hard to get a good shot on the writhing reptile, but Vladya was quite use to hitting moving targets.
Of course, generally the moving targets were fleeing rabbits or leaping deer, not large, powerful crocodiles trying to tear a mans arm off.
The first shot hit the beast in the neck, and only seemed to make it angrier. Vladislav wasted no time in putting another three bullets in it's neck and the back part of it's head, aiming there to avoid hitting the still shrieking scientist, who didn't seem to realize he was no longer being eaten alive and appeared determined to scream loud enough to wake the dead.