[They cannot help but admire his marksmanship, if distantly. Truth be told, it may be difficult to discern much of anything in regards to what they might be feeling. Their expression is veiled behind the cloth wound around the lower half of their face, with all but those ink-dark eyes and the skin between them hidden carefully away.]
[But for the record: they find it admirable.]
[The Drifter dashes - one step, two, faster than blinking and swooshing easily around the cumbersome apes. Two slices opens one of them across the spine and a third takes the fingers off another. It hoots angrily and manages to land a heavy swipe. A swipe that sends them flying.]
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[But for the record: they find it admirable.]
[The Drifter dashes - one step, two, faster than blinking and swooshing easily around the cumbersome apes. Two slices opens one of them across the spine and a third takes the fingers off another. It hoots angrily and manages to land a heavy swipe. A swipe that sends them flying.]
[They might be fast, but they weigh very little.]