>>4837
I load a single M406 HE round into my M-79 grenade launcher, and raise it to my shoulder. The tall, raven haired beauty kneeling next to the corpse is about 150 meters away, and I adjust the ladder sight accordingly. I squeeze the trigger, sighing in contentment at the satisfying BLOOP and the sudden kick of the grenade being launched on its death inducing one way trip. A full second later, and the girl is thrown up in the air by the explosion, tumbling down all loose and limp, like a rag doll. By the time I get to her body, I can tell she's very dead, her broken corpse riddled with hundreds of pieces of shrapnel, her internals turned into jelly by the overpressure wave of the 40mm shell.

You've cornered Princess Rosa Cosette D'elise after shooting down her transport plane and massacring her guards. Finish her!