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6/16/2025, 10:29:18 AM
>BOOM! The report was a deafening, concussive wave that slammed into the urban decay, rattling loose debris and momentarily drowning out all other sound. The muzzle flash was a blinding, ephemeral star. The .50 BMG round was a blur, not just impacting the distant Jaeger, but atomizing its head and the sniper rifle it was sighting, in an instantaneous explosion of fragmented optics, pulverized alloy, and vaporized synthetic tissue. The unit simply collapsed, instantly inert, a smoking void left where its upper body had been, tumbling from its perch.
>Before the concussive echo had fully dissipated, Thunder's articulated digits moved with inhuman precision. The breech of the Triple Action Thunder snapped open with a sharp, metallic CLACK, the spent, smoking casing ejecting forcefully. It spun, arced, and clattered on the concrete. Faster than the eye could truly follow, her left hand retrieved a fresh, gleaming .50 BMG cartridge from a recessed holder on her thigh. Her synthetic fingers guided the monstrous round into the chamber with practiced, delicate certainty. The breech slammed shut with a decisive, echoing THUMP, the sound of steel locking on steel, ready for the next act of demolition. The entire sequence, from firing to being ready again, took barely a heartbeat – a testament to countless repetitions, transforming the unwieldy weapon into an instrument of perfect, terrifying efficiency.
>Before the concussive echo had fully dissipated, Thunder's articulated digits moved with inhuman precision. The breech of the Triple Action Thunder snapped open with a sharp, metallic CLACK, the spent, smoking casing ejecting forcefully. It spun, arced, and clattered on the concrete. Faster than the eye could truly follow, her left hand retrieved a fresh, gleaming .50 BMG cartridge from a recessed holder on her thigh. Her synthetic fingers guided the monstrous round into the chamber with practiced, delicate certainty. The breech slammed shut with a decisive, echoing THUMP, the sound of steel locking on steel, ready for the next act of demolition. The entire sequence, from firing to being ready again, took barely a heartbeat – a testament to countless repetitions, transforming the unwieldy weapon into an instrument of perfect, terrifying efficiency.
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