The Adventures of Atticus King
“Shoot them!” Igor yells out. He tosses you your pistol. The natives scream out something in their language. Hundreds of more natives appear all around you.
“Fire” You yell. The men open fire. Dozens of natives collapse as soon as the first of your men open fire. They stream forward. A spear catches the man to your left through the shoulder. The man to your right takes an arrow to the leg. They throw hundreds of spears at you. Within two minutes, most of your men are rolling on the ground, gasping for air. You fire your pistol at a native running forward with a spear and shield. The man stopped dead in his tracks and tumbled backward. You shoot at another, and he falls on top of the other one gripping his chest. Another native clubs Igor, and he is stabbed repeatedly. Now it’s just you, Edwin, and a few others.
“Fire” You yell. The men open fire. Dozens of natives collapse as soon as the first of your men open fire. They stream forward. A spear catches the man to your left through the shoulder. The man to your right takes an arrow to the leg. They throw hundreds of spears at you. Within two minutes, most of your men are rolling on the ground, gasping for air. You fire your pistol at a native running forward with a spear and shield. The man stopped dead in his tracks and tumbled backward. You shoot at another, and he falls on top of the other one gripping his chest. Another native clubs Igor, and he is stabbed repeatedly. Now it’s just you, Edwin, and a few others.