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[nonsibi]

WHO: Bellamy & other people
WHAT: catch-all log for stuff to happen in.
WHEN: misc. (Drakonis - Cloudreach)
WHERE: misc. (but mostly Skyhold and the surrounding area unless I update this to say otherwise)
NOTES: stuff, things. I'm putting pre-planned stuff in here but I'm happy to make new plans.

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[nonsibi]

He spares half a glance back at Kane, first at the steady heavy sound of the crossbow bolt. Then a little more than a glance at his name, enough to get that cue.

"Yes sir." Also in an undertone, gruff and quiet, but still with a touch of humor to it. You're the boss, which is simultaneously true and not true. Whatever he makes of rank and authority, Bellamy's not stupid. He can follow this lead. Picking ambush makes good sense. Anything to give them an advantage.

Bellamy's boots crunch in the thin soil and rocks as he steps to the side of the path. Hunched to keep out of sight as much as he is to get a good sightline, he keeps his hand on his sword, and his sword still in its scabbard.

The nice thing about rage demons is, they're like beacons. Especially out here in the wilderness, all grey and brown and mottled green. The low grumble is a dead giveaway, a sound like two half-molten rocks getting rubbed together. Bellamy narrows his eyes, trying to make out their number through the dense thicket of branches, the rise of the rocky hill.

Careful not to disturb too much of the loose grit of the soil, he side-steps slow around a boulder. Already he's picking out a path for himself, a clear shot that'll get him about halfway around where the demons are clustered. Rush from that side. As long as there's no sudden drops or surprises over there.

"Three," he tells Kane, still in that undertone. "Your move."

This isn't fun, but it sort of is.