( dammit, that smoke is going to prove a problem in trying to handle Red Wine. he would be difficult enough to take down on Tierra, but the extra escape option means Steak will just have to go harder.
there's no need, nor ability, to think more strategically about this, and perhaps that is the most like himself Steak is right now, as he immediately charges into Red Wine's space, too silent, too focused on Red Wine to respond to what he's saying. what answer could he give, anyway? he's doing his job, his duty, as dictated by...
who, precisely? he shakes his head, as though trying to clear his mind of fog, of a cloud that won't go away or let him grasp at anything but the order to fight off the intruders. no matter their names, faces, or arguments. )
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there's no need, nor ability, to think more strategically about this, and perhaps that is the most like himself Steak is right now, as he immediately charges into Red Wine's space, too silent, too focused on Red Wine to respond to what he's saying. what answer could he give, anyway? he's doing his job, his duty, as dictated by...
who, precisely? he shakes his head, as though trying to clear his mind of fog, of a cloud that won't go away or let him grasp at anything but the order to fight off the intruders. no matter their names, faces, or arguments. )