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Z'Greel
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Kharn was about to speak up against her claim of him not being the mightiest of his kind, knowing all too well that he wasn't, yet always being a bit of a joker. Even the grimmest situation could use a bit of humor, especially as it tended to piss off his enemies to laugh in their faces.
Yet before he had the time to speak up, a raven cried out and stole his attention. And with the help of all the other ravens and the muttering man in the midst of them, his attention was firmly kept there. It wasn't every day he saw a flock of ravens fly in such a formation on street level, especially not around a person.
Not usually.
Yet often enough if they were worshiping a certain bird-loving deity.
He slipped his gun around himself, getting it into his arms. He slipped the solid slugs out of their chambers, only to replace them with scatter-slugs. Solids would work wonders on the one in the midst of the fowls, yet shooting down said fowls one by one would most likely cost him at least one eye.
He cracked his neck from side to side as he chambered the first slug.
"Aye, I'll be happy ta help ya. And I'll start with da bird-lover ovah dere, methinks."
He grumbled, standing up and raising his gun.
Yet before he had the time to speak up, a raven cried out and stole his attention. And with the help of all the other ravens and the muttering man in the midst of them, his attention was firmly kept there. It wasn't every day he saw a flock of ravens fly in such a formation on street level, especially not around a person.
Not usually.
Yet often enough if they were worshiping a certain bird-loving deity.
He slipped his gun around himself, getting it into his arms. He slipped the solid slugs out of their chambers, only to replace them with scatter-slugs. Solids would work wonders on the one in the midst of the fowls, yet shooting down said fowls one by one would most likely cost him at least one eye.
He cracked his neck from side to side as he chambered the first slug.
"Aye, I'll be happy ta help ya. And I'll start with da bird-lover ovah dere, methinks."
He grumbled, standing up and raising his gun.