"Sting"

The horsefly's mandibles crept open, revealing a gaping maw of yellowed flesh. Even from the other side of the window, it was enough to make Sundry's throat push a boulder up to his mouth. He choked it down with an audible gulp, putting every joule he had into keeping his arms steady.

Just a little closer, he mouthed, Can't guarantee a hit until you get up close.

Sundry had no idea if the window was large enough for the horsefly to break through. The fly itself was the size of a donkey; not exactly a literal horsefly, but not a figurative one either. The window itself was the size of an old TV; right between being large enough to look out from and small enough to be pointless. In the back of his head, Sundry was wondering why the homeowners installed such a borderline-pointless window, but of course the forefront of his mind was more responsible in its concerns over when to squeeze the trigger.

And just as Sundry's impatience was beginning to turn to worry, the horsefly launched forth and his hand responded in turn.

CRACK!

SHATTER!

THUD.

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