FINNite
"Ha! Taken down by the Finnster, baby!" He smiled the biggest smile he could muster with his facial muscles as the Switchblade spiralled towards the Wastelands with a thick black trail of smoke.
Reaching for a reload, he felt around for another bolt. Nothing.
"Oh this is great," he muttered as he flew over towards Piper.
"Piper, I'm out!"
"Really Finn? How many bolts did you bring along?" she shouted as she shot a Talon with a crystal blast.
"Eleven," Finn shouted back.
"Eleven?! There's at least sixty Talons here Finn!"
"And I shot down eleven," Finn huffed. "You're welcome."
A/N: Alright, I know I need to finish off AITT, but I've several of these Finn drabbles that I want to publish. Yes, they will all be 100 words, excluding the title. And yep, they're puns as well.