He reached into one of his pockets to grab one of the smaller explosives he'd made. Small, but potent. "Gotcha," he muttered, passing Cissnei to circle around behind the creature while his fellow Turks kept its attention forward. The bomb was lit and thrown, and even as it traveled toward its spiky target, Reno was already darting away. He was NOT about to get hit with those needles again - if he could help it.
The explosion was pretty. Nice, bright, and was it his imagination, or was there the light scent of burnt cactaur on the breeze? He snickered, diving and rolling away from the last of the needles. They could be dodged, it would seem. Just not easily. "Anyone else wanna give this bastard a whirl?" he asked as he held out another bomb. He wasn't sure if he could do it again so soon after the first.
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Date: 2011-06-25 12:20 am (UTC)He had bombs!
He reached into one of his pockets to grab one of the smaller explosives he'd made. Small, but potent. "Gotcha," he muttered, passing Cissnei to circle around behind the creature while his fellow Turks kept its attention forward. The bomb was lit and thrown, and even as it traveled toward its spiky target, Reno was already darting away. He was NOT about to get hit with those needles again - if he could help it.
The explosion was pretty. Nice, bright, and was it his imagination, or was there the light scent of burnt cactaur on the breeze? He snickered, diving and rolling away from the last of the needles. They could be dodged, it would seem. Just not easily. "Anyone else wanna give this bastard a whirl?" he asked as he held out another bomb. He wasn't sure if he could do it again so soon after the first.