[A child - small and white-furred and unrecognizable, but undeniably a child - huddles in the center of the fray, and a spear slams into the ground mere inches from where he stands. The Drifter's blade whirs in the air in a blaze of cerulean. The projectile moves slowly enough to deflect its trajectory and knock it aside.]
[They may not be recognizable as human, or perhaps not even as monster, but one thing is certain: they're here to help.]
[They do so by drawing their Zaliska and opening fire. Two great round bullets hum through the air, orbs of supercharged energy that scatter the collection of apes that looked intent on recapturing their small quarry.]
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[They may not be recognizable as human, or perhaps not even as monster, but one thing is certain: they're here to help.]
[They do so by drawing their Zaliska and opening fire. Two great round bullets hum through the air, orbs of supercharged energy that scatter the collection of apes that looked intent on recapturing their small quarry.]