There is a funny thing about battle that Kaathe always expected. Chaos. Whether it begins early in the morning or late in the evening, battle always brings with it chaos. A plan made becomes as fragile as glass, and can easily fall apart once everything starts going off. Sudden attacks are somewhat less chaotic, but it does have some, and it does grow as time passes. These things never really bothered Kaathe much, but now it was getting annoying. Still, he chuckled grimly all the same.
"Those cultists just won't give it a rest, will they?"
He took in hand his crossbow, and walked forward to get a better look. Several pitch black warriors, just as many as their own little group, though by the look of things, they weren't all that tough, just intimidating at first sight. Then there were three others. The monster that he had seen before, a new woman, and a another new figure that seemed to have been the one behind these dreams.
Loading a bolt into his weapon, he spoke to Cythlla and Henry.
"I hope you've another strategy than 'summoning a giant monstrosity and getting yourself wounded"' this time."
Though he had given up and admitted to himself that he DID care for Cythlla, he still wanted to poke fun at how well that earlier plan ended.
"As for me...Hm...I think I'll try killing one of those three rascals. They've been showing up a bit too often. I'm beginning to think they're stalkers."
Kaathe took aim at the woman near the monster and the other figure. with a grin, he pulled the trigger and let the bolt soar toward her. He quickly loaded another bolt.
"Those cultists just won't give it a rest, will they?"
He took in hand his crossbow, and walked forward to get a better look. Several pitch black warriors, just as many as their own little group, though by the look of things, they weren't all that tough, just intimidating at first sight. Then there were three others. The monster that he had seen before, a new woman, and a another new figure that seemed to have been the one behind these dreams.
Loading a bolt into his weapon, he spoke to Cythlla and Henry.
"I hope you've another strategy than 'summoning a giant monstrosity and getting yourself wounded"' this time."
Though he had given up and admitted to himself that he DID care for Cythlla, he still wanted to poke fun at how well that earlier plan ended.
"As for me...Hm...I think I'll try killing one of those three rascals. They've been showing up a bit too often. I'm beginning to think they're stalkers."
Kaathe took aim at the woman near the monster and the other figure. with a grin, he pulled the trigger and let the bolt soar toward her. He quickly loaded another bolt.