[Concern has turned to anger for Gilgamesh. Not against either of his companions, but against that ugly thing lingering in the sky, taunting all of them. Maybe he hadn't looked after Adra as well as he could have, but as far as smiting enemies went, there was absolutely no excuse to hold back. Rather than waste even more mana, Gilgamesh unhooks his bow from his back and takes aim at the smug creature.
He lets loose a trio of arrows, and while the first misses, the other two hit their mark. The Ocypete goes plummeting, and will trouble them no more. Gilgamesh spits on the ground, then sheathes his bow again. To Adra, he nods; to Saber, he turns.]
A King should have better command of the men he's protecting.
[As always, it's never quite an apology with Gilgamesh, but it amounts to the same. He seems to be telling both of them I will do better, I must do better. He readies the gun and waits for both of them to attach themselves accordingly as they head to the final ledge that will lead them inside.]
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He lets loose a trio of arrows, and while the first misses, the other two hit their mark. The Ocypete goes plummeting, and will trouble them no more. Gilgamesh spits on the ground, then sheathes his bow again. To Adra, he nods; to Saber, he turns.]
A King should have better command of the men he's protecting.
[As always, it's never quite an apology with Gilgamesh, but it amounts to the same. He seems to be telling both of them I will do better, I must do better. He readies the gun and waits for both of them to attach themselves accordingly as they head to the final ledge that will lead them inside.]