[ From down the path she's on, she turns around and nods; she doesn't turn back, since she wants to see what exactly he's going to be doing in order to make said warning shot. She's mostly dealt with people using elemental magic or hand-to-hand or hand-held weaponry scales; most distance fighting (or, presumably, distance demolition) is new to her. ]
It's hard to ignore the sound of something like that when there's no soundtrack here.
[ Except when the glitching monster appears: the no soundtrack is greatly preferred. Overhead, the countless windows of the completed buildings stare down as hundreds of unblinking, silent eyes.
Overhead, a flock of chicken wings fly by. Lightly battered. Crispy. Definitely with improbable pigeon wings attached. ]
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It's hard to ignore the sound of something like that when there's no soundtrack here.
[ Except when the glitching monster appears: the no soundtrack is greatly preferred. Overhead, the countless windows of the completed buildings stare down as hundreds of unblinking, silent eyes.
Overhead, a flock of chicken wings fly by. Lightly battered. Crispy. Definitely with improbable pigeon wings attached. ]