There was a glittering, shimmering thing behind the green blur - he could only assume it was the tree they were after. The one guarded by...
"Damned spiky things..." he muttered, nodding at Cissnei as they forged ahead. "We ready to fight off those overgrown cacti?" He checked his pockets, slowing his pace just a little. Let's not run headfirst into something that could turn them into a pincushion in seconds, alright? Potions, hi potions, the coral ring... But he hadn't really picked up anything else since then, now had he? Tseng had a ring that halved all elements, but cactaurs didn't USE elements often. Maybe this one would be different, and Tseng might benefit a little. But he doubted the coral ring was going to come in handy.
"Well, here goes nothing. Move fast," he insisted, grateful that he at least had his speed on his side. "Hit and run as much as you can - these things are greased lightning." It was the only pep talk they'd need. It was time for the gunslingers to lock and load, while he and Cissnei tore in with their bladed weapons.
With a grunt of annoyance, he took the first charge, aiming to slash at the creature. He got a decent hit in, but damned if it didn't retaliate. "Ow... ow ow...FUCK!" he cursed as the most common of a cactaur's battle moves was flung at him in compensation for his efforts. 1,000 Needles.
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Date: 2011-06-20 11:06 pm (UTC)"Damned spiky things..." he muttered, nodding at Cissnei as they forged ahead. "We ready to fight off those overgrown cacti?" He checked his pockets, slowing his pace just a little. Let's not run headfirst into something that could turn them into a pincushion in seconds, alright? Potions, hi potions, the coral ring... But he hadn't really picked up anything else since then, now had he? Tseng had a ring that halved all elements, but cactaurs didn't USE elements often. Maybe this one would be different, and Tseng might benefit a little. But he doubted the coral ring was going to come in handy.
"Well, here goes nothing. Move fast," he insisted, grateful that he at least had his speed on his side. "Hit and run as much as you can - these things are greased lightning." It was the only pep talk they'd need. It was time for the gunslingers to lock and load, while he and Cissnei tore in with their bladed weapons.
With a grunt of annoyance, he took the first charge, aiming to slash at the creature. He got a decent hit in, but damned if it didn't retaliate. "Ow... ow ow...FUCK!" he cursed as the most common of a cactaur's battle moves was flung at him in compensation for his efforts. 1,000 Needles.
"Well, cactaur or not, it's fighting like one..."