[ Though he'd been prepared to flit in and out of space to defend his hunting partner, Claude hardly needed his help. The man moves with impressive speed, unexpected of a mortal man - but then maybe that comment about his ancestry is part of an explanation.
Kahlil stands over the larger Ceknias they'd downed, scanning the surrounding trees - or at least what little he can see of them - for any more sets of glowing blue eyes, holding his bloodied spear in one hand. ]
Not a scratch. You? [ his eyes narrow past Claude, still watchful of the oppressive dark as they speak. He adds, quickly: ]
Nice work, by the way.
[ Now what are the chances that the other two beasts have run off scared, and all that sound didn't attract anything else? ]
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Kahlil stands over the larger Ceknias they'd downed, scanning the surrounding trees - or at least what little he can see of them - for any more sets of glowing blue eyes, holding his bloodied spear in one hand. ]
Not a scratch. You? [ his eyes narrow past Claude, still watchful of the oppressive dark as they speak. He adds, quickly: ]
Nice work, by the way.
[ Now what are the chances that the other two beasts have run off scared, and all that sound didn't attract anything else? ]