- If Davor had been the one needing rescuing (and when would that ever happen?), he had the feeling he'd be comforted by Ernst's easygoing manner and informality in an otherwise dire situation. Glad to see him taking charge again, and that their mission was an apparent success, Davor moved to grab his war-hammer again. They'd need it -- perhaps it had been too early to say success, as the way still seemed treacherous.
He looked to the sky, at Erica's words, and saw that she was right. The metal creatures were gathering like storm clouds once again. He wasn't grimacing so much at that, though: he'd caught the woman's smile, bordering on sadistic, and seeing the way she handled her axe made him step back for fear of some friendly fire.
The only fire came from the birds. They began raining down their razor-sharp feathers, more viciously than before, and one might guess they planned to inflict the most damage when things seemed so close. Davor was drawn further back, moving to protect their rescue along with Ernst, but he didn't quite get the opportunity. Quite understandably, the man fled in terror. Also quite understandably, Davor couldn't help but mutter a quiet swear in Ukrainian. So much for mission success, indeed.
thyPOPE
sorry for the delay, i lost my post the first time TuT
Amorpheous
there's a good chance i'll be scarce this weekend, too FORGIVE ME
