The herd had not noticed them yet.
WHOOSH!
Bruce shaped his ink, quickly, smoothly, the talent answering him faster than it had this morning, now that he had eaten, and a dozen bullets formed in the air around his hand. Kael's hands were already heating. Theron set his scythe forward, knees bent, ready to run.
Then with a casual wave of his hand, Bruce fired.
WHOOSH!
His bullets streaked across the clearing and struck both of his targets at almost the same instant, six bullets per adult, hitting the chest and throat areas where the bark-plates were thinnest. The two deer-things buckled before they even registered the threat. Their long necks bent. They folded down onto the moss in slow, almost graceful collapses.
