Quagmire moved from rank to rank, swiftly readjusting his position when required to do so. He lowered his hands to his hips and unlocked the button holding his pistol in place, grabbed it in his palms, and raised it back in front. His index finger rested just above the trigger.
Two flying man-eaters came within a few dozen meters of him. Almost running out of time, he did not think of anything at all and used his eagle eye to accurately shoot his first target. He raised it forward and placed his finger on the trigger, then pulled it in a single decisive moment.
The first flying man-eater was shot in the air and pummeled down to the ground, splattering a deep crimson lake onto the ground. Its innards and brain matter were scattered in all directions, and its body and skin were ripped apart, now empty as a skeleton without flesh.
