[ They angle their head curiously when he leans down to speak to them and impart information; they seem fascinated by the action (and, perhaps, a little confused at the consideration inherent in it).
Enemies, in a place they don't know. Now that they've emerged, they can feel the animosity of that light once more; they don't need to be warned twice. They simply nod, letting go of his cloak in order to draw their weapon.
Combat is a simple affair; natural strength and a nail to wield, even an old one, is all they require. The change in scenery doesn't even register to them, it seems; they are entirely riveted on meeting and striking down what enemies come towards them. Will bent to a sharp point.
Well, mostly. They seem almost hesitant, at points, and it almost gets them struck once or twice if Grimm doesn't intervene. (Even with his assistance, they seem slow to wield, as if attempting to measure their own strength, their own strikes; exerting only what is necessary, even on husks they know are bent towards their destruction.)
When the coast is clear, they simply stop, and they seem to...realise, for the first time, that something has changed around them. They turn their face upward, holding their weapon loosely in one hand, reaching out with clear fascination in what seems to be an attempt to catch the water falling from above.
Their small frame has become quickly soaked by the constant downpour that gives the heart of Hallownest its name. They don't seem to mind in the least. ]
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Enemies, in a place they don't know. Now that they've emerged, they can feel the animosity of that light once more; they don't need to be warned twice. They simply nod, letting go of his cloak in order to draw their weapon.
Combat is a simple affair; natural strength and a nail to wield, even an old one, is all they require. The change in scenery doesn't even register to them, it seems; they are entirely riveted on meeting and striking down what enemies come towards them. Will bent to a sharp point.
Well, mostly. They seem almost hesitant, at points, and it almost gets them struck once or twice if Grimm doesn't intervene. (Even with his assistance, they seem slow to wield, as if attempting to measure their own strength, their own strikes; exerting only what is necessary, even on husks they know are bent towards their destruction.)
When the coast is clear, they simply stop, and they seem to...realise, for the first time, that something has changed around them. They turn their face upward, holding their weapon loosely in one hand, reaching out with clear fascination in what seems to be an attempt to catch the water falling from above.
Their small frame has become quickly soaked by the constant downpour that gives the heart of Hallownest its name. They don't seem to mind in the least. ]