[He does, in fact, stop. He breathes heavily for a few moments, looking at the limp creature in front of him, then tosses it aside with disdain.]
None a these shits is worthy a wearin' the Old Man's face. Bastards.
[Namur lifts his shirt to wipe his face, trying to get the smell of blood away from his system. He's seeing red, and he wants to rip the skinny human limb from limb just to see how he'll taste. The rational side of him knows it's a frenzy, and that what he needs to do is find some running water to clean up with, then he'll calm down. The rational side is not winning out by much.]
Need water. Lotsa water. Now!
[He can't smell any because all he smells is blood and monster guts and fear. Namur begins moving towards Freddie, looking for... what? Help? Water. Blood. But he turns quickly, another monster leaping out of the forest in a flash, crashing down on top of him. It'll be one of the last mistakes the creature ever makes, though Freddie might want to run look away.]
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None a these shits is worthy a wearin' the Old Man's face. Bastards.
[Namur lifts his shirt to wipe his face, trying to get the smell of blood away from his system. He's seeing red, and he wants to rip the skinny human limb from limb just to see how he'll taste. The rational side of him knows it's a frenzy, and that what he needs to do is find some running water to clean up with, then he'll calm down. The rational side is not winning out by much.]
Need water. Lotsa water. Now!
[He can't smell any because all he smells is blood and monster guts and fear. Namur begins moving towards Freddie, looking for... what? Help? Water. Blood. But he turns quickly, another monster leaping out of the forest in a flash, crashing down on top of him. It'll be one of the last mistakes the creature ever makes, though Freddie might want to
runlook away.]