He’s wiping paint off his hands when he gets the notification. As he reads his stomach. He only knows them by reputation, but what a grisly reputation it is.
Several 'someone's. I have received two corroborating reports. That particular band shall never see the light of day again, thanks to a group recovery effort.
But there will be more of them. I have no doubts. They are like mosquitoes. You may succeed in crushing a few, but plenty more will rise up from the swamp.
There’s a pause as Harry collects himself, his things. His WAR KIT (HUMANS), which is a few things packed into a sturdy trunk, including a pistol and ammunition. He’s found that humans who are prepared to hurt monsters are less prepared for things like, guns. To hurt them.
He really hopes they don’t have guns. He hates getting shot. It just really sucks every single time.
I’ll start swatting then
(later)
The great bird (Harry, in Fog Form) waits outside La Forteresse with his dazed and battered prisoner in tow. He’s crushed at least a few ribs grabbing him and bringing him here but he’s in one piece. Keeping him that way is difficult. It's taking a lot of concentration to keep his bird brain focused, and to remind his stomach that he can’t just eat him.
His formal report for the inspector will be more polished than this but: basically they started shooting and he got shot. Then he got really mad, made himself bigger, and just kind of started pulling them one by one into his stomach-mouth. This guy survived because he ran and hid.
He announces his presence with a loud shriek, and lets his captive collapse on the ground.
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<PasUnPolicier>
You know what to do. Do not spare them mercy. Any you bring in alive belongs directly under AM's jurisdiction.
Stay alert for further instruction on higher-level tasks. You will be issued a written invitation when the time comes for detailed talk.
<ambrosius>
heading out now
did they get someone
<PasUnPolicier>
But there will be more of them. I have no doubts. They are like mosquitoes. You may succeed in crushing a few, but plenty more will rise up from the swamp.
<ambrosius>
He really hopes they don’t have guns. He hates getting shot. It just really sucks every single time.
I’ll start swatting then
(later)The great bird (Harry, in Fog Form) waits outside La Forteresse with his dazed and battered prisoner in tow. He’s crushed at least a few ribs grabbing him and bringing him here but he’s in one piece. Keeping him that way is difficult. It's taking a lot of concentration to keep his bird brain focused, and to remind his stomach that he can’t just eat him.
His formal report for the inspector will be more polished than this but: basically they started shooting and he got shot. Then he got really mad, made himself bigger, and just kind of started pulling them one by one into his stomach-mouth. This guy survived because he ran and hid.
He announces his presence with a loud shriek, and lets his captive collapse on the ground.