// one fine day you'll look at me //
He tries his best to mimic her stance - difficult given their significant differences in height and build, but the Dragoon does his best. An elbow comes up; his shoulders drop down; he takes a breath, forcing tight muscles to somewhat relax. It must be your eye isn't new to the lad, having been trained in weaponry since he could hold a sword. And yet somehow he's failed to master the concept.
Maybe today's the day.
With a resonant twang! the arrow flies, tracking an elegant path into the vines. Koa's aimed for Melita's arrow, and while he doesn't pull off a dramatic split-it-through-the-middle landing, his projectile does land within an inch of hers, so he's calling it a win. "Dude, yo, did you see that?!" he asks, turning to Mel with wonder in his eyes and pointing at the not-bull's-eye. "That was way better! You rock!" A companionable punch against her shoulder punctuates the exclamation, backlit by his vibrant grin.
A grin that falters as a new sound begins to rumble in the vines. "...What...?" Turning back to the Grotto's entrance, he catches sight of Pipsqueak darting out from the depths, screeching her panic as she goes. And then, behind her, a swarm of purple, and...
...oh gods...
...So many snakes.
"Fuck!" Koa can't think, only react. Abandoning the bow in favor of the chakram, the Dragoon readies for an attack, his bright eyes calculating the approach. Electricity crackles over the metal as he waits, then swipes it forward, the blow slicing through the first two matas from ten feet away. He doesn't check on Melita's safety - he has absolute faith that if either of them is in any danger, it's not the Honeybee. But he does offer a single suggestion: "Maybe time for ducks?"
Abyssal Mata Mata (Uncommon): The Mata Mata, twisted by void corruption, have raven's wings of inky darkness. These Abyssal Mata Matas dwell in the void-laden Grotto, their eyes glowing with the shadows of the abyss. Encounters with Abyssal Mata Matas bring an unsettling aura of void-wrought foreboding.
Maybe today's the day.
With a resonant twang! the arrow flies, tracking an elegant path into the vines. Koa's aimed for Melita's arrow, and while he doesn't pull off a dramatic split-it-through-the-middle landing, his projectile does land within an inch of hers, so he's calling it a win. "Dude, yo, did you see that?!" he asks, turning to Mel with wonder in his eyes and pointing at the not-bull's-eye. "That was way better! You rock!" A companionable punch against her shoulder punctuates the exclamation, backlit by his vibrant grin.
A grin that falters as a new sound begins to rumble in the vines. "...What...?" Turning back to the Grotto's entrance, he catches sight of Pipsqueak darting out from the depths, screeching her panic as she goes. And then, behind her, a swarm of purple, and...
...oh gods...
...So many snakes.
"Fuck!" Koa can't think, only react. Abandoning the bow in favor of the chakram, the Dragoon readies for an attack, his bright eyes calculating the approach. Electricity crackles over the metal as he waits, then swipes it forward, the blow slicing through the first two matas from ten feet away. He doesn't check on Melita's safety - he has absolute faith that if either of them is in any danger, it's not the Honeybee. But he does offer a single suggestion: "Maybe time for ducks?"
Abyssal Mata Mata (Uncommon): The Mata Mata, twisted by void corruption, have raven's wings of inky darkness. These Abyssal Mata Matas dwell in the void-laden Grotto, their eyes glowing with the shadows of the abyss. Encounters with Abyssal Mata Matas bring an unsettling aura of void-wrought foreboding.
Koa
// and you will know our love was meant to be //
