Nate drops to the ground immediately, instinctively recognizing the warning tone that means real danger is near. He'd seen (and shot) a few griffin-things on his way up here, but he'd thought he was in the clear now. Apparently not. go!" Rolling to the side to get up on a knee, he calls out—not to the woman with the bow, but to an unseen third figure. "Barkley, go!"
Through the sand charges a robotic dog, a German shepard made of smooth metal, launching forward to protect his master and anyone else from the pissy, beaked creatures.
phanos
Nate drops to the ground immediately, instinctively recognizing the warning tone that means real danger is near. He'd seen (and shot) a few griffin-things on his way up here, but he'd thought he was in the clear now. Apparently not.
go!"
Rolling to the side to get up on a knee, he calls out—not to the woman with the bow, but to an unseen third figure. "Barkley, go!"
Through the sand charges a robotic dog, a German shepard made of smooth metal, launching forward to protect his master and anyone else from the pissy, beaked creatures.