Matthias, as much a noted cave-hater as he is apathetic to nugs, nods. "I'm not keen to get pinned and bottle-necked in some grotty cave."
He casts about, examining their surroundings. The rocks that line the path they took in grade up to craggier bigger boulders that make a wider border, patchy with hardy moss and snow. Weedy saplings have taken root here and there, seeded and planted by indifferent winds. They won't provide much cover, and the boulders have only a few handholds that will make scaling most of them difficult--but they won't need much cover for long, if their quarry is within the cave.
"One of us sends in a spell and keep well back but visible--and the other keep out of sight," and he points out one of the shorter boulders beside the mouth of the cave, "up there, maybe. A weak ambush'd be better'n nothing, right? And when the beastie comes tearing out, all on fire, he'll be looking at whichever of us is brave enough to stand ground against him, over there--"
And he points back the way that they came, the path scuffed with their passing. He catches sight of that tell-tale hilt when he grins around at Lukas this time, and his heart does a little flip-flop in his chest. Stupid. He shouldn't care. He still, absolutely, cares.
"D'you reckon you've the balls for it, serah? Or do I get to be the target?"
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He casts about, examining their surroundings. The rocks that line the path they took in grade up to craggier bigger boulders that make a wider border, patchy with hardy moss and snow. Weedy saplings have taken root here and there, seeded and planted by indifferent winds. They won't provide much cover, and the boulders have only a few handholds that will make scaling most of them difficult--but they won't need much cover for long, if their quarry is within the cave.
"One of us sends in a spell and keep well back but visible--and the other keep out of sight," and he points out one of the shorter boulders beside the mouth of the cave, "up there, maybe. A weak ambush'd be better'n nothing, right? And when the beastie comes tearing out, all on fire, he'll be looking at whichever of us is brave enough to stand ground against him, over there--"
And he points back the way that they came, the path scuffed with their passing. He catches sight of that tell-tale hilt when he grins around at Lukas this time, and his heart does a little flip-flop in his chest. Stupid. He shouldn't care. He still, absolutely, cares.
"D'you reckon you've the balls for it, serah? Or do I get to be the target?"