The Gold Drake came flying out, spreading out its gigantic, bright orange wings. Its huge wingspan was big enough to fit at least 10 Big Myau’s .
“All that giant size stuff is just a bluff. Watch this!”
Tyrone hoisted the Missile Launcher up to his shoulder.
The Gold Drake opened up its mouth and got ready to spit fire.
“Ya dumb bastard! This here is a heat seeking missile.”
Indeed, Tyrone was correct. The missile that he launched went soaring through the air, and as if it were alive, chased after the Gold Drake, exploding right on its belly! Pieces of meat and guts went splattering in all directions, and the Gold Drake dropped like a stone from the sky.
“You did it!” Alisa clapped her hands.
“Man, that old hunter would be happy to know that his launcher’s last catch was that big,” said Tyrone, tossing the now missile-less missile launcher to the side. (Lose the Missile Launcher – cross it off your Item List)
“Gotta bust this bad boy out already, eh?” said Tyrone as he hoisted the Missile Launcher up to his shoulder.
“But you only have one missile! There’s no way you’re going to take them all out like that. You need at least two or three of them,” said Alisa.
Tyrone fired the launcher! A missile came flying out with a plume of white of smoke following it like a streamer. The missile sailed through the air before finally striking the bluff of an icy cliff.
“What! You completely missed the mark. You are terrible at this!”
“… ya think so? Wait for it.”
Suddenly, the icy wall made a rumbling noise and began to shake and crumble! The blast from the missile set off an avalanche of snow from the top. Giant chunks of ice and snow came crashing down onto the valley floor below, burying every last Mammoth.
“Wooooow! Tyrone, you wiped them all out with just one shot! You’re Algol’s greatest genius!”
However, the avalanche also destroyed the tower along with the Mammoths….
“Sigh… I take it back. You’re Algol’s greatest screw-up,” huffed Alisa.
“Aw, come on…” replied Tyrone. (Lose the Missile Launcher)
Tyrone and the others looked uneasy. Alisa reassuringly winked at them.
It seemed that even the man himself was not expecting her to say okay so readily. The man was stumbling over his words and scratching at the scar on his face.
“—I-Is that so? Here, this is the weapon,” said the man, pulling out something from a large bag.
“It’s a Missile Launcher for Mammoth Hunting. It’s an antique, so you’d never find one in some Armor Shop. They’ve stopped production on this type of warhead, actually. It can only shoot once, but the power is outstanding. This thing can take out huge beasts like Mammoths and Dragons in only one hit.”
“But I thought it could only shoot once,” said Tyrone.
“Okay — so then don’t miss, then. That shouldn’t be a problem for you, right? Unless you think you can’t do it,” teased Alisa.
“O-of course I can!” stammered Tyrone.
“So, it’s settled then.” Alisa, smiled sweetly. (Erase the AMBER EYE from your Item list and write in MISSILE LAUNCHER.)
After parting ways with the man, Alisa and her comrades: