>>5380262>>5380292>>5380333>>5380416>>5380439>>5380460"It's a decision between me and her, I would rather not elaborate any further."
"Well, hope that was enough for you to get the message then."
"It was, I'll try not to lose any sleep over it." You go back to your sleeping spot, getting ready to shut your eyes in peace after discussing your grievances with Guts.
Perhaps his role as a commander will repeat itself in your group afterall...
Hyde's obnoxiously loud whistling wakes you up.
"Enemies! Some fog's coming up and they're hiding in it!"
"Swear that I'm going to sleep until noon when I'm done with all this bullshit..." You grumble as your group awakes with you.
"Is it the usual wraiths? Bandits? Kushan?" Serpico asks of the previous enemies they've managed to fight without much worry."
"Buncha crocodiles. They don't usually hang out at the beach, or in Vritannis, so I'm wondering if they were summoned here by some of them wizards!"
"The fog doesn't let me see them well, be it with my eyes or with my magic reading. It will be hard to see what else we're up against."
"So are we fighting?" Farnese asks.
"Hell yeah we're fighting! I wanna put those climbing skills to the test!"
"What, you're going to climb they're backs? Gators don't go past twice your size." Ivalera shrugs.
"We can always run if ye don't feel like fighting, but they might just chase us to the main city."
"Well, what can we do?" Guts attempts to stand up, barely being able to crawl to the dragonslayer.
The moonlight child dons the berserker armor's chestplate, with Guts extending his hand to reach it, only for the boy to do a 180 past him to avoid his usage of the beast.
Seems like even he knows the dangers of the armor.
>We're fighting, no point in delaying the inevitable.>We can outrun them, just let Gunpowder take the wheel.>Guts, you better sit this one out, or I'll strap you to the floor if I have to.>I've never had crocodile meat, let's see if it's any good.>Write-in. 