[ and there he goes, except instead of bringing mild annoyance, it relaxes Lloyd. it's been a long time since he heard Kratos's chiding about time and place, and it brings a small but calming wave of nostalgia about him. if it weren't for their current situation, Lloyd would almost smile.
but now isn't the time for that, as he said. they're still not quite out of the fire, and even if things seem calm and still, Lloyd can still hear more of those buggers wandering around not far from them. at least with their wings out, a quick getaway out of the mall through a skylight or something is feasible, even if the glow from their wings is basically painting a giant target on them-- complete with flashing, neon arrows.
not that Lloyd is too worried about being a sitting duck-- partly because it never crossed his mind, but also because Kratos is here. on his own he had some trouble, but now that he has an ally (that can heal too!!), survival became less of an issue. he hums in thought, trying to recall what he learned about the monstrosities to properly answer Kratos's question. ]
They're fast but weak. [ except for their teeth, but that goes without saying. ow, his leg. ] It's not like their skin is tough-- I was able to take some down in one or two hits. You just gotta be quick enough and they'll go down easy.
[ which Lloyd was easily able to do-- he may not have been the physically strongest fighter of the group (much as he'd claim otherwise), but he did have speed under his belt. he glances around, trying to look for the elf that he flung and making sure that it's not trying to sneak up on them. he doesn't hear any snow crunching nearby, so he's assuming that it's either knocked out cold or dead. the latter would be preferable at this point.
with a grimace, he flexes his leg once more. jeez, even with Kratos's First Aid, he can still feel the sting from the bite. ]
They're a pain to deal with if you're caught in a pack of 'em, though.
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but now isn't the time for that, as he said. they're still not quite out of the fire, and even if things seem calm and still, Lloyd can still hear more of those buggers wandering around not far from them. at least with their wings out, a quick getaway out of the mall through a skylight or something is feasible, even if the glow from their wings is basically painting a giant target on them-- complete with flashing, neon arrows.
not that Lloyd is too worried about being a sitting duck-- partly because it never crossed his mind, but also because Kratos is here. on his own he had some trouble, but now that he has an ally (that can heal too!!), survival became less of an issue. he hums in thought, trying to recall what he learned about the monstrosities to properly answer Kratos's question. ]
They're fast but weak. [ except for their teeth, but that goes without saying. ow, his leg. ] It's not like their skin is tough-- I was able to take some down in one or two hits. You just gotta be quick enough and they'll go down easy.
[ which Lloyd was easily able to do-- he may not have been the physically strongest fighter of the group (much as he'd claim otherwise), but he did have speed under his belt. he glances around, trying to look for the elf that he flung and making sure that it's not trying to sneak up on them. he doesn't hear any snow crunching nearby, so he's assuming that it's either knocked out cold or dead. the latter would be preferable at this point.
with a grimace, he flexes his leg once more. jeez, even with Kratos's First Aid, he can still feel the sting from the bite. ]
They're a pain to deal with if you're caught in a pack of 'em, though.