[ He sure as hell better be able to do something! The storm whipping past and around them is starting to grate on his nerves, along with the sand getting into his one eye and making it hard to focus and properly see. Bull brings up his arm to shield his face as best as he can, eye squinted into a sliver, greataxe gripped tight in his left hand. ]
Better make it quick!
[ The shot startles him, this eight foot or so horned man, imagine that. The Iron Bull feels himself jolt, a ringing in his ears. Holy— shit.
Well... At least the winds are tapering off. Damn.
He blinks at whatever sand has gotten in his eye, rubs it on an aggravated grunt, and blinks. His brows lift and he lets out a low whistle. ]
DRAGON...!! ....I mean dust storm
Better make it quick!
[ The shot startles him, this eight foot or so horned man, imagine that. The Iron Bull feels himself jolt, a ringing in his ears. Holy— shit.
Well... At least the winds are tapering off. Damn.
He blinks at whatever sand has gotten in his eye, rubs it on an aggravated grunt, and blinks. His brows lift and he lets out a low whistle. ]
You did something. Which was what..?