[ Light above. Adra's eyes widen as he watches--and hears--the heavy thump of the Ocypete's body crashing down on top of Gilgamesh and Saber. At least the thing is dead.
Still, he hurries over, grimacing, and delivers a solid kick to the Ocypete's mid-section. The grotesque man-bird rolls and flops, its body half-hanging over the edge of the ledge. Its corpse is a bit sad to Adra, all the same; he wonders, briefly, if these odd hybrids are even sentient.
But he doesn't dwell on it. Instead, he kneels beside Gil and Saber, worriedly, animated with concern. ]
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Still, he hurries over, grimacing, and delivers a solid kick to the Ocypete's mid-section. The grotesque man-bird rolls and flops, its body half-hanging over the edge of the ledge. Its corpse is a bit sad to Adra, all the same; he wonders, briefly, if these odd hybrids are even sentient.
But he doesn't dwell on it. Instead, he kneels beside Gil and Saber, worriedly, animated with concern. ]
That was well done, but are you both intact?
[ His hands glow with golden light. ]
Does it hurt anywhere?