( Of course he did. What else is a Food Soul like him meant to do? His gifts are swords and an endless amount of stamina. His body eternally at the peak of physical, humanoid condition. He doesn't question Keith's presence when they run into each other, not after their arrival and not when there are so many of these things which need holding back. Indiscriminate and tough, but they're tougher. They can defend the people here who can't defend themselves.
And then there's that noise. Steak grunts and nods his answer, barely sparing a second before he charges off in the direction of the noise, ready to stop whatever might be there.
They look nothing like the predators stampeding through the city, act nothing like it either. This isn't wanton destruction of the city, this... appears to be teamwork of some description. His foot digs into the ground, boot scraping against dirt, casting a glance at his new partner as the other person disappears — teleports, rather more accurately — and exhales. )
Let's go.
( He doesn't know what they may be, but he doesn't need to know that to know that they're trouble anyway. Swords raised, he charges into the fray, aiming for the closest one with a forceful slash. )
you know what this is B)
And then there's that noise. Steak grunts and nods his answer, barely sparing a second before he charges off in the direction of the noise, ready to stop whatever might be there.
They look nothing like the predators stampeding through the city, act nothing like it either. This isn't wanton destruction of the city, this... appears to be teamwork of some description. His foot digs into the ground, boot scraping against dirt, casting a glance at his new partner as the other person disappears — teleports, rather more accurately — and exhales. )
Let's go.
( He doesn't know what they may be, but he doesn't need to know that to know that they're trouble anyway. Swords raised, he charges into the fray, aiming for the closest one with a forceful slash. )