[ His movements as he passes through his camp are slow, deliberate. His body feels wound up like a spring, restless energy radiating from every line of his posture as he keeps his eyes and ears open. Atop his head, his ears twitch madly, reacting to every slight sound, every shift of the wind.
It's all barely enough for him to duck and roll out of the way when a form comes hurtling towards him. Automatically, he reaches for the knife strapped at his waist, the glint of silver flashing in the light as he unsheathes it. Though he's more familiar with guns, he'll be at a disadvantage if things get too close too quickly. Better buy himself some time and space.
For now, he stays on the defensive, arms loose in front of him as he waits for an arm or a leg or the sharp edge of a sword to come swinging his way again. ]
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It's all barely enough for him to duck and roll out of the way when a form comes hurtling towards him. Automatically, he reaches for the knife strapped at his waist, the glint of silver flashing in the light as he unsheathes it. Though he's more familiar with guns, he'll be at a disadvantage if things get too close too quickly. Better buy himself some time and space.
For now, he stays on the defensive, arms loose in front of him as he waits for an arm or a leg or the sharp edge of a sword to come swinging his way again. ]