Good to see Savayna hadn't gotten Grant's notice. God, he wanted his voice back.
He ignored Lorenzo's wail, assuming he probably got frozen in place and confirmed by some grunting, though the silence was what really nailed it. Can't they ever get through anything smoothly? As he aimed for the next Speartongue, Mateus form appeared. It was a good thing Grant hesitated, though he watched Savayna with a slight scowl as he lowered his gun. There was no sating that bloodlust of hers, was there? She seemed to be enjoying herself, though as she chided him, he shook his head, though rather than aim at the last monster, he instead turned around. Taking aim, he shot through the Marilith, an instant kill as it shattered, and he gave Savayna a look. At least finisht eh job, woman! He chided her mentally, though as he turned back to the still sleeping Speartongue, he shot right through its head.
Letting out another sigh, he approached it, gun still in hand. The Caverns had gotten a lot quieter now--he could hear Lorenzo's grunting starting up again once more. He reached into his pack, taking out a sharp knife, and looked at the Speartongue. This was going to be disgusting, wasn't it? Bracing himself, he sliced it open, nearly gagging as it practically spilled its guts. How magicite stays there is beyond me... He thought, tenderly picking up the slime-covered magicite. He held it up for Savayna to see, though was clearly displeased. This was gross.
He ignored Lorenzo's wail, assuming he probably got frozen in place and confirmed by some grunting, though the silence was what really nailed it. Can't they ever get through anything smoothly? As he aimed for the next Speartongue, Mateus form appeared. It was a good thing Grant hesitated, though he watched Savayna with a slight scowl as he lowered his gun. There was no sating that bloodlust of hers, was there? She seemed to be enjoying herself, though as she chided him, he shook his head, though rather than aim at the last monster, he instead turned around. Taking aim, he shot through the Marilith, an instant kill as it shattered, and he gave Savayna a look. At least finisht eh job, woman! He chided her mentally, though as he turned back to the still sleeping Speartongue, he shot right through its head.
Letting out another sigh, he approached it, gun still in hand. The Caverns had gotten a lot quieter now--he could hear Lorenzo's grunting starting up again once more. He reached into his pack, taking out a sharp knife, and looked at the Speartongue. This was going to be disgusting, wasn't it? Bracing himself, he sliced it open, nearly gagging as it practically spilled its guts. How magicite stays there is beyond me... He thought, tenderly picking up the slime-covered magicite. He held it up for Savayna to see, though was clearly displeased. This was gross.