velocter (cont)
Frustration eats away at him as he sits next to the raptor trainer. As much as he loathes to admit it, Owen has a point. Unfortunately for the both of them, Leo is weaponless. Everything is tucked safely away at home; his armor, his knives, his bow, even the enchanted water he keeps for just in case.
Though with a beast so large, the latter of those might not have any sort of an effect. Plus he's positive the walking terror was too smart to fall for it. If he didn't know better, he'd swear the damn thing had dragon blood.
"——Fuck."
If he had a gun, they would at least be in better shape than they were now. With his sight he could feasibly at least try and blind it from a safe distance, sniper style.
"Yeah, fine, let's head to the control room. We have to find a gun for me there."
