"Demons!" Malcolm came in hard and fast, piercing the rickety torso of the demon Jayne hadn't tackled, giv'n the girl (and she was just a girl, little whisp of a thing all wide eyes and wild hair and not foutu again-) time and a little room. Went clean through with how he leaned into it after the runn'n, gave him leverage to plant his feet and haul it up and over, fling'n it off into that great yawn'n abyss just on the other side of the sparse treeline. Cliff. He hated cliff fight'n.
Here he was, fight'n on a cliff.
"Joints don't hold up too good if you can make 'em go boom, mind the ledge- JAYNE!" The dog finished tearing at the throat of target A and perked up, ears and eyes locked on the mass of Demons and- aw damn- shiny Templars wander'n their way. "Recueillir!"
With a bark and an enthused tail wag Jayne did what he was told, haul'n round to weave through the mess, circle them up while Mal patted at his belt. He'd grabbed one of the damn things as a test and knew, kinda, how to use 'em. Pull the pin, count, throw. How long was he supposed'ta count again? Three? Five? Shit.
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Here he was, fight'n on a cliff.
"Joints don't hold up too good if you can make 'em go boom, mind the ledge- JAYNE!" The dog finished tearing at the throat of target A and perked up, ears and eyes locked on the mass of Demons and- aw damn- shiny Templars wander'n their way. "Recueillir!"
With a bark and an enthused tail wag Jayne did what he was told, haul'n round to weave through the mess, circle them up while Mal patted at his belt. He'd grabbed one of the damn things as a test and knew, kinda, how to use 'em. Pull the pin, count, throw. How long was he supposed'ta count again? Three? Five? Shit.