A simple walk in the woods turned into an all out assault. He's not even entirely sure what he's up against. But judging by the faces, they're some type of aquatic creature with hindquarters of a land beast. And he doesn't have the Fujin Yumi.
Takumi curses quietly, backpedaling from the sharp teeth. His arm reaches for one of the arrows tucked in the quiver. He tries to focus and is awarded with a clearer vision, better aim. It's as if he can map out every detail marred on their flesh.] Here goes, [he mutters, drawing the arrow.
Aim. Notch. Release.]
[10]
Treading in grass that practically swallowed his ankles, looking for something called a Malboro Vine (what the hell was that?) in the middle of the day? Why not? It's not as if this world was still foreign.
He pauses, stretches because Gods, this walk was killing him. Takumi's still a little frustrated, but he had wanted a job, so the complaints settle to a mumble in his head.
...but did the mission have to involve two people? Surely fetching a vine would be a task meant for one.
He looks over his shoulder, halting his steps. He didn't mean to leave them too far behind.]
How are you holding up?
[13: Wildcard] [ooc: if these two don't work, feel free to fire whatever you want!]
Takumi | Fire Emblem Fates
[Well this was great.
A simple walk in the woods turned into an all out assault. He's not even entirely sure what he's up against. But judging by the faces, they're some type of aquatic creature with hindquarters of a land beast. And he doesn't have the Fujin Yumi.
Takumi curses quietly, backpedaling from the sharp teeth. His arm reaches for one of the arrows tucked in the quiver. He tries to focus and is awarded with a clearer vision, better aim. It's as if he can map out every detail marred on their flesh.]
Here goes, [he mutters, drawing the arrow.
Aim. Notch. Release.]
[10]
Treading in grass that practically swallowed his ankles, looking for something called a Malboro Vine (what the hell was that?) in the middle of the day? Why not? It's not as if this world was still foreign.
He pauses, stretches because Gods, this walk was killing him. Takumi's still a little frustrated, but he had wanted a job, so the complaints settle to a mumble in his head.
...but did the mission have to involve two people? Surely fetching a vine would be a task meant for one.
He looks over his shoulder, halting his steps. He didn't mean to leave them too far behind.]
How are you holding up?
[13: Wildcard]
[ooc: if these two don't work, feel free to fire whatever you want!]