FOX
For Fox's part, he's a little busy, and as the creature releases Hawke and they (presumably) go running, the hunter is left to fend off an angry allogator alone. Snarling and snapping his jaws, the creature attempts a bite against his rocky armour plating, to little avail. With another guttural bark, Fox advances on the allogator, backing it up into the bloodied waters of the Oasis. It's a few moments more before he sees it ripple away back into the depths, giving Fox the opportunity to shift back.
He comes away with nothing more than what's going to be a juicy bruise on his right shoulder, but as he turns to look for Hawke, it's evident that they have not been so lucky. "Hey," he calls, grabbing for his bag and drawing up beside them to kneel. "Ah, fuck - that's a lot of blood." Inhaling through his mouth, Fox rummages in his pack and withdraws a thick roll of bandages.
"I'm just going to bandage this up quickly," he says. "Is that okay? Can you walk? We need to get out of here."
He comes away with nothing more than what's going to be a juicy bruise on his right shoulder, but as he turns to look for Hawke, it's evident that they have not been so lucky. "Hey," he calls, grabbing for his bag and drawing up beside them to kneel. "Ah, fuck - that's a lot of blood." Inhaling through his mouth, Fox rummages in his pack and withdraws a thick roll of bandages.
"I'm just going to bandage this up quickly," he says. "Is that okay? Can you walk? We need to get out of here."
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
