@ascendantly | continuation of ( x )
”Heh ---- all in a day’s work -----” Or at least what a day’s work has become for them at this point upon the road. There’s a chuckle, a shit-eating grin upon his features with each step toward the beast and toward his friend, a sway of his shoulders with every crunch of dirt and pebble beneath his feet ; the gun, though, will dissipate from his clutch in burst of blue, specks lingering a bit longer as snow suspended within the air. Nonetheless they reach the same fate as the creature : the light tying them there, then, gone. Though, despite that, despite that post-battle adrenaline lingering, he’ll play affronted, indignant, even should the praise of a few moments prior run warm through him. “Hey, now! It wasn’t like I was that bad! Just not as —- up t’snuff! —— How’re ya doin’ there, bud?“
