Chapter 308
The boar, enraged, charged at Flint with terrifying speed. Flint’s enhanced boots let him dodge to the side, narrowly avoiding the tusks. As the beast whirled to face him again, the ratwoman gave the signal.
"Now, Scraps!"
Scraps, crouched at the edge of the battlefield, pulled out a strange, long-barreled device with copper tubes and intricate gears running along its length. He attached a canister to the weapon, and with a sharp twist, steam hissed out as it powered up.
The weapon was a steam-bolt rifle, one of their more advanced pieces of tech, designed to pierce even the toughest hide. Scraps took aim at the boar’s vulnerable underbelly, waiting for the perfect moment. As the boar reared up on its hind legs, preparing to crush Flint beneath its hooves, Scraps fired.
The bolt shot through the air with a high-pitched whine, its tip glowing red-hot from the compressed steam. It struck true, embedding deep into the boar’s soft underbelly. The creature let out a deafening squeal, its body convulsing as the bolt delivered a shock of high-voltage electricity.
The boar staggered, its movements jerky and disoriented. But it wasn’t down yet. In its fury, the beast turned its gaze on Scraps, charging toward him with murderous intent.
"Time for the big guns," the ratwoman muttered. She reached into her belt and pulled out a cylindrical device, about the size of her fist. Flicking a switch, the cylinder began to hum, small vents on its surface releasing bursts of steam.
It was a magnetic disruptor, one of their secret weapons against magical creatures. Designed to interfere with the magical energy flowing through a target’s body, it could cripple even the most resilient beasts.
As the boar charged, the ratwoman threw the device with deadly accuracy. It stuck to the side of the boar’s flank, magnetizing instantly to the metal fragments embedded in the creature’s skin. With a loud crack, the disruptor activated, sending waves of energy coursing through the boar’s body.