Bullseyes & Bad Ends (Patreon)

Riley could hardly believe her luck. How many battles had she survived now? How many of her fellow frogwomen had she seen thrash about in the water as some enemy's spear turned them into more floating chum?

Over the battles she'd found some small fascination in how--both friend and foe alike--met their ends in the depths. Perhaps it was the uniform's open invitation to aim for their bellies, or maybe it was something deeper buried in her past... but whatever it was, she could only think, 'Almost a direct hit... a few inches over and they'd have speared her bellybutton... she got lucky!', but the thought along was enough to egg her left hand into action even as her right lifted her speargun and fired.

A blonde shrieked, bubbles rushing from her mouth, Riley's spear wobbling as it seated itself deep in the soft belly of the Silver Spear frogwoman.

'Damn', Riley thought as she watched her fresh kill bubble helplessly, dead but refusing to believe it. 'not even close...'

Blinded to the redhead who had watched the frogwoman's shot, and now took one of her own...