He sets the page down on a broken conveyor belt with a sigh. "That's going to be tedious. But maybe it's fitting."
Glancing over as Gadreel draws the sword, he smiles faintly. "No. Some sort of ranged weapon will be needed eventually, but we'll manage. I think I can still make a slingshot, or a spear. I'll scrounge around a bit here after we've caught our breath."
He pauses by the customer service counter, set in an alcove deep into the building. It looks like the best shelter available for the moment, so he makes for it, peering warily behind the counter at torn chairs and broken cabinets. "...here. This can be base camp for the moment. Sit, and let me look you over; what hurts?"
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Date: 2015-02-23 12:02 am (UTC)Glancing over as Gadreel draws the sword, he smiles faintly. "No. Some sort of ranged weapon will be needed eventually, but we'll manage. I think I can still make a slingshot, or a spear. I'll scrounge around a bit here after we've caught our breath."
He pauses by the customer service counter, set in an alcove deep into the building. It looks like the best shelter available for the moment, so he makes for it, peering warily behind the counter at torn chairs and broken cabinets. "...here. This can be base camp for the moment. Sit, and let me look you over; what hurts?"