Finished, Firo no longer resists and is easily dragged down with Roland. He sheaths his knife as he crouches down. "Yeah, that's the word."
He's surprised at being offered the opportunity to direct, but he doesn't argue or waste time thinking about it. He shakes his head, smiling faintly. "We'll bait 'em a little more and take care of 'em when they come at us. Just like you said." No running straight at the enemy for these two. Not yet, at least.
He doesn't fancy himself as good at the manipulation game as Roland, but he's being talking trash since he could talk at all. He may not be particularly clever at it, but he knows how to goad someone. He twists back around to yell in the general direction of their opposition. "With back-up like you guys, it's easy to see why your friend died."
It gets one of them, at least, to unload the last of his ammo into their cover--bang, bang, bang, and then a series of frustrated clicks. All that's left is to confront them head on, and that's what this guy rushes out to do.
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He's surprised at being offered the opportunity to direct, but he doesn't argue or waste time thinking about it. He shakes his head, smiling faintly. "We'll bait 'em a little more and take care of 'em when they come at us. Just like you said." No running straight at the enemy for these two. Not yet, at least.
He doesn't fancy himself as good at the manipulation game as Roland, but he's being talking trash since he could talk at all. He may not be particularly clever at it, but he knows how to goad someone. He twists back around to yell in the general direction of their opposition. "With back-up like you guys, it's easy to see why your friend died."
It gets one of them, at least, to unload the last of his ammo into their cover--bang, bang, bang, and then a series of frustrated clicks. All that's left is to confront them head on, and that's what this guy rushes out to do.