[Well, she missed him. Barely. His was just a natural reaction out of innate, old fears. Radiant damage hurt so much, every time he received it. Cazador made sure he couldn't die, of course, but the amount of times he had to deal with not so kind clerics still marked him. No time to waste, though, as he moved again to dodge a hand that was trying to grab him, the last thing he needed was to get stuck in place with corpses that wanted to take a chunk off him.
The man used his agility to avoid a couple of attacks, even if he got it by one of the zombies when it tried to grab his hair and slapped his face instead. Little red ripples of blood, his last meal had been recent, fell from his cheek as he returned the favor by swinging his dagger and planting it inside the corpse's head, sending it on the ground.
Okay, he heard the girl, now he just had to make sure the focus of the zombies stayed on him or his bouncing sheep.]
Ah. Uhm... [His eyes moved toward one of the little ones, distracted by the minor illusion. He opened his hand, fully open, in their direction and pretended to shoot something from the palm.] Divine... retribuition blast!?!
[Those things weren't probably smart enough to call out his deception, but he wasn't going to take any risk and attract the attention on his partner. He was good at being loud in more than just the bed, hopefully this wasn't going to attrack more enemies to their doorstep.
Right after that, hoping that Selune decided to give her cleric a hand, Astarion grabbed his secondary knife and tossed it in the other toddler's direction, aiming at its skull: the big ones he could keep in check, the little zombies were too quick and sneaky to leave them unattended. If he could hear her thoughts, he'd be glad to see some respect in them, but he was too busy feeling goofy and careless for his standards while he tried to dance between hands and teeth trying to claim him.]
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Date: 2023-12-11 06:03 pm (UTC)The man used his agility to avoid a couple of attacks, even if he got it by one of the zombies when it tried to grab his hair and slapped his face instead. Little red ripples of blood, his last meal had been recent, fell from his cheek as he returned the favor by swinging his dagger and planting it inside the corpse's head, sending it on the ground.
Okay, he heard the girl, now he just had to make sure the focus of the zombies stayed on him or his bouncing sheep.]
Ah. Uhm... [His eyes moved toward one of the little ones, distracted by the minor illusion. He opened his hand, fully open, in their direction and pretended to shoot something from the palm.] Divine... retribuition blast!?!
[Those things weren't probably smart enough to call out his deception, but he wasn't going to take any risk and attract the attention on his partner. He was good at being loud in more than just the bed, hopefully this wasn't going to attrack more enemies to their doorstep.
Right after that, hoping that Selune decided to give her cleric a hand, Astarion grabbed his secondary knife and tossed it in the other toddler's direction, aiming at its skull: the big ones he could keep in check, the little zombies were too quick and sneaky to leave them unattended. If he could hear her thoughts, he'd be glad to see some respect in them, but he was too busy feeling goofy and careless for his standards while he tried to dance between hands and teeth trying to claim him.]