[Noah is woefully unequipped to handle basically any kind of combat situation. He's more of a run and hide type himself, which was what he was doing until moment's ago. The hiding part, after the running part. Besides, this guy has some kind of armor and a gun, he's definitely okay on his own.
Except now he's being dragged somewhere on for fuck's sake.
Noah is a coward, but he's got a very small amount of courage, and that comes out when it's down to Noah and someone who needs Noah's help and no one else. Drawing the wickedly sharp hunting knife Rook gave him back when they were on the train where they were before, Noah leaves his hiding place in favor of neatly slicing the awful prehensile tongue that was dragging Locus towards it.]
Shoot it!
[Noah's just got the one knife and he really doesn't want to have to go hand to hand to it now that Locus is free. It's easily twice his size.]
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Except now he's being dragged somewhere on for fuck's sake.
Noah is a coward, but he's got a very small amount of courage, and that comes out when it's down to Noah and someone who needs Noah's help and no one else. Drawing the wickedly sharp hunting knife Rook gave him back when they were on the train where they were before, Noah leaves his hiding place in favor of neatly slicing the awful prehensile tongue that was dragging Locus towards it.]
Shoot it!
[Noah's just got the one knife and he really doesn't want to have to go hand to hand to it now that Locus is free. It's easily twice his size.]