[His brow arches slightly as the guy is suddenly brandishing...chalk. He's seen quite a few interesting weapons, but that one is just-]
Maybe you should stay behind me.
[He takes a few steps forward before setting his cross on the ground next to him. He unsnaps the bindings and they fall to the ground, making it obvious the cross isn't a wooden crucifix as much as is it a giant ass gun.
He hefts it up over his shoulder, pointing the long end towards the densest part of the fog.
He has every intention of firing as a shadow takes shape, but for some reason he suddenly doesn't seem capable of doing much but staring, it's damn mind games already in play. It's a little more familiar this time, after being affected by it once, the spread of a bruise like mark on skin, the way his mind seems incapable of acknowledging the shape it's taking right before them.
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Maybe you should stay behind me.
[He takes a few steps forward before setting his cross on the ground next to him. He unsnaps the bindings and they fall to the ground, making it obvious the cross isn't a wooden crucifix as much as is it a giant ass gun.
He hefts it up over his shoulder, pointing the long end towards the densest part of the fog.
He has every intention of firing as a shadow takes shape, but for some reason he suddenly doesn't seem capable of doing much but staring, it's damn mind games already in play. It's a little more familiar this time, after being affected by it once, the spread of a bruise like mark on skin, the way his mind seems incapable of acknowledging the shape it's taking right before them.
Yeah, this isn't going to go well.]