[b]Steer[/b]:

[i]{Black Gryphon Sway.}[/i]

"Oh well, that wo-...HOLY CRAP ZOMBIE DEAR!"

Without even thinking, Steer shouldered the gun and fired again at the rising deer. In truth, he did not suspect the creature, many if at all or any (not even mutants, outside of the legendary and rare 'Sleeping Mutants') to have such an ability of telepathy and telekenetics. The words spoken he thought were just low grumbling but audible words and the deer...well, call it a moment of stupidity, which it was, but he shot at it again. Black bullet flying, puncturing flesh muscle and bone easily, the projectile flung and threatened to hit the mighty noble beast AGAIN. Steer realized what happened and those pebbles of sweat formed and slithered down his face at a more rapid pace. Oops, that was not good and second shot literally fired. Gulping, the man tensed up immediately and the feeling about his was strangely a mix of offensive and defensive, lips forming a thin pale line with blue eyes wide open.

In truth? Any other day the Whimsical Martial Artist might of just been on his way with his deer but...One need, even if accidental, a method incidental or not for such an odd fight to begin occurring. Accidents occured frequently, attacks were incidentally flung, and overall? A level of unneeded but at the same time NEEDED hostility was to be formed in the wake. Poor Steer, it was just not his day today.

[@Griffintaur]