[ See? He can get along just fine without her babysitting. And her grin's positively infectious, at least for the second he's got to shoot it back her way. ]
Better than nothing! [ Concentration's back on his face right quick once another volley of arrows peppers the ground at their feet and he jumps back a couple of feet. ] God—good thing they sent the storm troopers after you, isn't it?
[ It isn't. This time around, the shitty aim was merely a distraction rolled into an attempt to herd them back toward the opposite edge of the clearing, where two Nalawi had apparently skirted around to during the scuffle with the first three. Because with a rustling snapping of branches, they burst out charging, and Sigma spins just in time to meet the butt end of a spear with the side of his face. ]
[ The world blurs, lunges sideways, tastes a little bitter, but he's still upright by the time the deer flips the spear to its lethal end and jabs again. This one he deflects with the side of his own before winding up and returning the favor, clocking it right over the head with twice the vigor and—by all kinds of luck—managing to wedge the staff into its antlers, dragging the weapon down in their dazed slump. And leaving him pretty defenseless from the side for the second swordsdeer. ]
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Better than nothing! [ Concentration's back on his face right quick once another volley of arrows peppers the ground at their feet and he jumps back a couple of feet. ] God—good thing they sent the storm troopers after you, isn't it?
[ It isn't. This time around, the shitty aim was merely a distraction rolled into an attempt to herd them back toward the opposite edge of the clearing, where two Nalawi had apparently skirted around to during the scuffle with the first three. Because with a rustling snapping of branches, they burst out charging, and Sigma spins just in time to meet the butt end of a spear with the side of his face. ]
[ The world blurs, lunges sideways, tastes a little bitter, but he's still upright by the time the deer flips the spear to its lethal end and jabs again. This one he deflects with the side of his own before winding up and returning the favor, clocking it right over the head with twice the vigor and—by all kinds of luck—managing to wedge the staff into its antlers, dragging the weapon down in their dazed slump. And leaving him pretty defenseless from the side for the second swordsdeer. ]