Kaisel
One foot in the ground
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave
Admittedly Kaisel has not had as much practice against beasts as men, all of his training usually aimed against a sparring partner or a dummy. He's assisted with a few creatures that needed dispatching, but usually in the back, lucky to get in a jab at all. So here, in the front, guided by fire and voice and the shimmer of something evil in the gloom of the cave, he finds himself in the thick of it all.
Just as he's nodding to Soren's suggestion, his steps starting to slow, the creature comes out. Maea's warning and call for action are as sharp as the thing's teeth that flash towards him, and in response, Kaisel jerks back with a swear. It's too close for comfort, the quick viper almost grabbing him, but Kaisel has it locked in now. "Fucker," he breaths, and chucks his chakram towards it's head, returning fire the best he can, mindful of his foot placement as he starts to step a bit further away from the reach of its coils, not so sure he could dodge it again.
Kaisel throws his chakram at the snake
Just as he's nodding to Soren's suggestion, his steps starting to slow, the creature comes out. Maea's warning and call for action are as sharp as the thing's teeth that flash towards him, and in response, Kaisel jerks back with a swear. It's too close for comfort, the quick viper almost grabbing him, but Kaisel has it locked in now. "Fucker," he breaths, and chucks his chakram towards it's head, returning fire the best he can, mindful of his foot placement as he starts to step a bit further away from the reach of its coils, not so sure he could dodge it again.
Kaisel throws his chakram at the snake
It's not the devil at your door
It's just your shadow on the floor
It's just your shadow on the floor
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
