[ The saplings are berserkers after M-21's own heart. Kick the bastard golems while they're down, kids. He gives a smug little chuckle and turns to deal with the next opponent.
He's maybe a little bit too distracted appreciating his newly adopted pack, because he nearly fumbles his dex check and has to do a last-minute graceless roll out of the way. That's fine. He'll just go for the legs before he bounces up again, twice as mad as before and ready to do some rending and tearing.
...Which is still a lot less grotesque than what's going on on Trahearne's side of things. Soft-spoken, polite, gentle Trahearne sure is going all in with his zombie(?) minions. M-21's not squeamish, but he's distinctly reminded of Frankenstein. All that's wanting is a little cackling. Or some speeches. ]
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He's maybe a little bit too distracted appreciating his newly adopted pack, because he nearly fumbles his dex check and has to do a last-minute graceless roll out of the way. That's fine. He'll just go for the legs before he bounces up again, twice as mad as before and ready to do some rending and tearing.
...Which is still a lot less grotesque than what's going on on Trahearne's side of things. Soft-spoken, polite, gentle Trahearne sure is going all in with his zombie(?) minions. M-21's not squeamish, but he's distinctly reminded of Frankenstein. All that's wanting is a little cackling. Or some speeches. ]
...You've got things there?