There certainly were easier targets back at the convoy, but there were at least also, far fewer avians to try to take advantage of that. The crack of gunfire over the howling winds and storm is still sharp and clear, the lingering birds paying the price for their foolishness, and he picks his way with fastidious grace through the corpses, patiently searching for anything still living.
It won't be for long, when found. There's nowhere to hide out here either, the telltale breaths of the hiding avian marking it not another corpse ... yet, but a living target. Its sudden flapping scramble for the sky ends in a single efficient stab that skewers the thing back onto the ground.
Thunder rolls, and with it a new torrent of rain. Beneath his sodden leather jacket, he can feel the slow creep of spreading scales, and turns a speculative eye skyward before turning on one heel to head back for his battered worse for wear truck, blood and rain shaken off Masamune with a casual flick. Had there NOT been this past time fighting not as enemies but tenuous allies, he might strike a terribly ominous figure in the darkness and rain, but there's nothing of stealth in his approach, nor anything that suggests he intended to continue the attack, this time with Vincent as its target.
By his count there's still bullets left, but perhaps not many. "Are you wounded?"
His truck is. The poor thing isn't made for durability anymore.
but that is my series. mainhand, offhand, three subweapons... LAME. /LAME/.
It won't be for long, when found. There's nowhere to hide out here either, the telltale breaths of the hiding avian marking it not another corpse ... yet, but a living target. Its sudden flapping scramble for the sky ends in a single efficient stab that skewers the thing back onto the ground.
Thunder rolls, and with it a new torrent of rain. Beneath his sodden leather jacket, he can feel the slow creep of spreading scales, and turns a speculative eye skyward before turning on one heel to head back for his battered worse for wear truck, blood and rain shaken off Masamune with a casual flick. Had there NOT been this past time fighting not as enemies but tenuous allies, he might strike a terribly ominous figure in the darkness and rain, but there's nothing of stealth in his approach, nor anything that suggests he intended to continue the attack, this time with Vincent as its target.
By his count there's still bullets left, but perhaps not many. "Are you wounded?"
His truck is. The poor thing isn't made for durability anymore.