[ He's been crouched where he landed, head down, and only finally turning his head toward Jack with an utterly perplexed expression on his weary features.
It seems to take him a second to parse the hostile words, and then his shoulders start to shake with tired but genuinely mirthful laughter.
He quiets again as the other volunteers finally approach speaking distance. They check the bird corpses, trying to decide what to do with five of them now - and concerned about more desperate, starving beasts that survived the burning woods impeding their efforts. Kahlil nods and answers their questions - a few are curious about how he took them down, but as they keep talking he tries to shift behind Jack, leaving him to speak with them as he focuses on trying to stay on his feet.
He ends up crouching near the cart they'd been using, parked by the makeshift outpost. His wounds aren't serious, though he's starting to feel them now. ]
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It seems to take him a second to parse the hostile words, and then his shoulders start to shake with tired but genuinely mirthful laughter.
He quiets again as the other volunteers finally approach speaking distance. They check the bird corpses, trying to decide what to do with five of them now - and concerned about more desperate, starving beasts that survived the burning woods impeding their efforts. Kahlil nods and answers their questions - a few are curious about how he took them down, but as they keep talking he tries to shift behind Jack, leaving him to speak with them as he focuses on trying to stay on his feet.
He ends up crouching near the cart they'd been using, parked by the makeshift outpost. His wounds aren't serious, though he's starting to feel them now. ]