[Two bullets, and they're empty. The Zaliska vanishes back beneath the folds of their cloak with a deft twist of the wrist. Another spear comes sailing at them, and they swerve. A one-handed grip around the child is not a terribly secure one, but it is the best they can do - the Drifter is not accustomed to handling children. As is probably obvious.]
[The little white pellets burst like dust-filled water balloons at one of the apes. It stumbles with the shock of the hit, but it doesn't go down. The others leap nimbly aside, but the two round bolts of energy impact the mess of them as a result. One of them shrieks as the ionizing orb of crackling light scorches its fur and hurls it back several paces.]
[Another spear sails at the pair of them. The Drifter ducks and tries to roll...]
[Forgetting for a moment that they're maneuvering with a child in tow.]
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[The little white pellets burst like dust-filled water balloons at one of the apes. It stumbles with the shock of the hit, but it doesn't go down. The others leap nimbly aside, but the two round bolts of energy impact the mess of them as a result. One of them shrieks as the ionizing orb of crackling light scorches its fur and hurls it back several paces.]
[Another spear sails at the pair of them. The Drifter ducks and tries to roll...]
[Forgetting for a moment that they're maneuvering with a child in tow.]