- You think that you're the man. I think, therefore, I am. -
The small band of thieves pull back the reins on their horse, the poor beast letting out a squeal for the monster in its path. A few curses echo from the four criminals, muffled by the bandanas wrapped around their faces, hats hanging low as if to shield them from the wrath about to rain down on them. Curved blades and daggers stand at the ready, every one of them standing to defend their pathetic attempt at a robbery.
Letting out a growl, scales melt into skin and wings tuck into her back, but her horns remain, a sharp, dangerous gleam in her eyes as fire sparks along her fingertips. "Including you," Thal adds for Colt, flames illuminating the wicked glint of her fangs as she stares them down. They really only have two options, and the way she angles her body in preparation for a fight suggests she would rather they give her something to sink her teeth into.
But the crew glance at each other, eyes tracking the massive sea panther - Thal will admit she's somewhat impressed - and the blonde who appears to have just as many points as the others. They exchange another look, brows furrowing in deep frustrations mixed with an ounce of fear. Is a little bit of profit worth their lives? Do they want to risk getting burnt to a crisp or torn apart?
Apparently deciding they like their limbs how they are, they slowly raise their hands, the universal sign of surrender despite the low grumbles of their discontent. "Drop the weapons," she commands, unwilling to let a single hint of compliance sway her distrust. They hesitate, obviously having held onto some kind of adorable hope that they might make it out of this if they caught the trio by surprise; however, she feels the weight of their sighs as they drop the blades, a few clanging with the impact of being discarded.
Thal grins, pleased, if not slightly disappointed that there won't be blood to spill. "Maybe you're not as dumb as you look." Addressing the others, she nods to their new captives. "Let's tie them up and put them in the back of the wagon. Keep your eyes on their hands. Who knows what they're hiding."
Tie up the crew so you can take them back to the plot for judgement and return the Dream Cacti!
Letting out a growl, scales melt into skin and wings tuck into her back, but her horns remain, a sharp, dangerous gleam in her eyes as fire sparks along her fingertips. "Including you," Thal adds for Colt, flames illuminating the wicked glint of her fangs as she stares them down. They really only have two options, and the way she angles her body in preparation for a fight suggests she would rather they give her something to sink her teeth into.
But the crew glance at each other, eyes tracking the massive sea panther - Thal will admit she's somewhat impressed - and the blonde who appears to have just as many points as the others. They exchange another look, brows furrowing in deep frustrations mixed with an ounce of fear. Is a little bit of profit worth their lives? Do they want to risk getting burnt to a crisp or torn apart?
Apparently deciding they like their limbs how they are, they slowly raise their hands, the universal sign of surrender despite the low grumbles of their discontent. "Drop the weapons," she commands, unwilling to let a single hint of compliance sway her distrust. They hesitate, obviously having held onto some kind of adorable hope that they might make it out of this if they caught the trio by surprise; however, she feels the weight of their sighs as they drop the blades, a few clanging with the impact of being discarded.
Thal grins, pleased, if not slightly disappointed that there won't be blood to spill. "Maybe you're not as dumb as you look." Addressing the others, she nods to their new captives. "Let's tie them up and put them in the back of the wagon. Keep your eyes on their hands. Who knows what they're hiding."
Tie up the crew so you can take them back to the plot for judgement and return the Dream Cacti!
Thalassa
- I'm not your friend or anything, damn -
