“Love you,” had been said back as Rhiannon took off for her car at a sprint, right hand digging keys from her pocket as she skidded to a halt beside the vehicle. She dove inside and retrieved her handgun, holster, and extra rounds, muttering, “Damnit!” to herself for letting her guard down when she got the marina, which necessitated this little side trip. When had she become the kind of hunter who walked around weaponless? This town was making her soft. After a check of her surrounds, she went into a compartment in the small trunk and hurriedly scanned her options for a sharper weapon. Silver... silver...
Yikes.
Rhiannon grabbed a sword with a steel blade, slammed the trunk, and took off again with it slung over her back. “I swear it’s not what it looks like,” she said, mostly to herself, and faced off against the advancing beasts a little ways from the rest with her handgun drawn. She put one of the beasts in her sights. When it moved, she began to fire.