He snorted. Keep up? "You'll be scrambling to keep up with ME pretty soon, little lady!" he jested, hopping up and heading out to do some real damage. Nothing like the sounds and smells of battle in the morning to get the blood pumping, right?
Right.
Sahagins. Not exactly the easiest or the hardest creatures in the world... but perfect to rack up a good tally. And he'd just finished smacking one to smithereens when he heard the cry from Cissnei. Damn. He was going to lose this wager, if only because he had too much loyalty to his fellow Turks. Hearing any of them in pain wasn't exactly fun for him, and his instinct was to help. He hesitated, eying his own targets at the same time paying close attention to Cissnei, and only when she was healed again (and nearly laughed at the flinging of that bottle...) did he give his full regard to the enemies around him.
Which gave THEM ample opportunity to get HIM. As soon as he turned fully to face them, one had raked its claws along his arm, slicing through the jacket at one spot and leaving Reno hissing to keep from yelling out. A potion was taken, the bottle discarded, and his EMR crackled to life as it hit the side of the slimy creature, sending it to an early death. "Screw you and your cheap tricks," he muttered at it before taking on the next.
And so it would go for a couple of hours. Monsters fell, some landing hits on Reno and others not quite so lucky. Some requiring him to down another potion, others too easily taken down. His count was somewhere in the twenties before he finally waved to Cissnei, pointing out to a blurry, darkish blob in the distance. "Is that... Zack?" He wasn't sure - whatever or whoever it was appeared too far away to make out details, but it could be...
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Date: 2010-10-19 12:22 am (UTC)Right.
Sahagins. Not exactly the easiest or the hardest creatures in the world... but perfect to rack up a good tally. And he'd just finished smacking one to smithereens when he heard the cry from Cissnei. Damn. He was going to lose this wager, if only because he had too much loyalty to his fellow Turks. Hearing any of them in pain wasn't exactly fun for him, and his instinct was to help. He hesitated, eying his own targets at the same time paying close attention to Cissnei, and only when she was healed again (and nearly laughed at the flinging of that bottle...) did he give his full regard to the enemies around him.
Which gave THEM ample opportunity to get HIM. As soon as he turned fully to face them, one had raked its claws along his arm, slicing through the jacket at one spot and leaving Reno hissing to keep from yelling out. A potion was taken, the bottle discarded, and his EMR crackled to life as it hit the side of the slimy creature, sending it to an early death. "Screw you and your cheap tricks," he muttered at it before taking on the next.
And so it would go for a couple of hours. Monsters fell, some landing hits on Reno and others not quite so lucky. Some requiring him to down another potion, others too easily taken down. His count was somewhere in the twenties before he finally waved to Cissnei, pointing out to a blurry, darkish blob in the distance. "Is that... Zack?" He wasn't sure - whatever or whoever it was appeared too far away to make out details, but it could be...