[Another day, another fight. Ephemera sets off into the tunnels when the newcomers arrive, prepared to stick his neck out for complete strangers. At least the new monsters are simple. They fight, they go down, and eventually they die. And - even better - his frame throwers have been repaired. His armor is in awesome shape, he's got plenty of ammo, and way too much anger to burn off in a good fight.
This one has fire, but it also squeals when it gets hit by napalm.
Cool. That means it can die.
Ephemera is feeling pretty happy about the prospect of this thing's loud and very messy death, until he notices someone else.
Someone with a fucking sword and shield.
Now, a few months ago he would have pretty much screamed in frustration, but if Hadriel has taught him anything, the people here are resourceful. Even if they really should be using guns.
Ephemera grunts, lifting his arm and blasting the thing with napalm again.]
Flank me. If it gets too close, stab the shit out of it.
Fear
This one has fire, but it also squeals when it gets hit by napalm.
Cool. That means it can die.
Ephemera is feeling pretty happy about the prospect of this thing's loud and very messy death, until he notices someone else.
Someone with a fucking sword and shield.
Now, a few months ago he would have pretty much screamed in frustration, but if Hadriel has taught him anything, the people here are resourceful. Even if they really should be using guns.
Ephemera grunts, lifting his arm and blasting the thing with napalm again.]
Flank me. If it gets too close, stab the shit out of it.